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Perfectly Normal	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 63-Mise en Scene: Coffee and Cream
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Perfectly Normal Chapter Thirty Five

Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad
Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (TM), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch
and Uberbeta... Spring sprung and retreated. *hides under blankets *
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and
wondermous for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: I have no idea... I'm
too sick to think witty. Morgan: *staaaaaaaaaaaalk *
Readers/Reviewers: Updates might be slow for the rest of the week as
I deal with being mildly ill and as I visit with out of town company.
So...bear with me please! Also, AFFN is down again so those of you
who emailed me again... I'll see what I can find out and let you
know.

“I don't believe this,”
Jacob snapped, dropping his equipment unceremoniously on the narrow
guest bed. “There's shit all on this recorder! It's broken!”
He vented a harsh breath, raking his fingers through his slightly
greasy, disheveled hair. “It worked FINE this morning!”

“Dude, they are so going to take
that out of our budget,” Brian coughed, a lungful of herbal
smoke exploding from between his lips. “This shit is dank...”

“You bought it off that weird,
smelly kid, so no shit it's dank,” Jacob shot back, shoving the
electronics to one side of the bed and flopping down miserably.
“This fucking sucks. There's something going on here... I can
feel it! I just can't GET it!”

“Graydon wouldn't have sent us
here if there wasn't a sure thing. It's just gravy that the
university is paying for it. And we're getting credit!” he
added, taking another long drag off the tightly rolled joint clutched
in the clip before him.

“We're getting credit,”
Jacob retorted angrily, “if we get something to turn in. We
still need to make this shitty little documentary and make a copy for
Graydon. But we ain't got shit
on this...”

“You seem to
like that word an awful lot,” a cultured, female voice noted
from the doorway. Amara stood perfectly still, hands folded before
her as she stared both males down. “I was sent to tell you
that St...Miss Munro is ready for her interview now.” She gave
them one final, appraising look before turning away to walk back down
the hall, calling over her shoulder, “You should lock your door
if you want privacy around here.”

“How much do
you think she heard?” Brian demanded, dropping the joint into
the piece of foil he had been using as an ashtray. “Shit! Fuck
fuck fuck fuck SHIT!” He was on his feet, pacing and muttering
imprecations under his breath, his hands shaking slightly. “Do
you think she's gonna tell anyone?”

“We don't
know if she heard anything. Even if she did,” Jacob pointed
out, getting to his feet more slowly than Brian had, “she may
not know who Graydon is. She already thinks we're douchenozzles...
just let it go. If she says something, all we do is deny. And,”
he added, smiling faintly, “if they're worried about Graydon
that just proves his theory.”

Storm pursed her
lips in thought, giving Amara a considering look. “It may be
nothing...”

“But I doubt
it,” the Nova Roman put in. “How many Graydons are there
in the world?” She tucked a lock of thick, brown hair behind
one ear and shook her head in irritation at the entire situation.
“They're here to spy on us, to gather information for the
Friends of Humanity. We need to get rid of them!”

“Professor
Xavier checked them out thoroughly,” Storm informed her firmly,
folding her arms across her chest in a gesture that might have been
weariness or defensiveness, Amara could not tell which one it was
this time. “They are registered students at the university, in
the film class, and they are on the record as doing this documentary
for their semester grade.”

“People can
lie,” Amara responded tartly, her voice dangerously tempered.
“You know that as well as any of us!”

“Amara,”
Storm started, then paused as the door swung open to admit Brian and
Jacob, the only two members of the crew Amara had seen fit to inform
of the interviewee's readiness. “Ah, good. I was hoping we
could do this before it got too late.”

“Our
pleasure,” Brian smiled, wondering if his breath still smelled
like weed. “We just have a few quick questions to start with,
real softballs, before we get to the meat of the interview.”
He took the seat offered him and flipped through his Sidekick to find
his list of questions for Ororo Munro. He barely listened as she
answered his questions about her life before the institute: where was
she from, what did she do, how did she come to teach here. Jacob was
muttering softly at his old analogue recorder, babying it as the
African woman spoke. Finally, he thought, the good stuff. “Now,
we've talked to several of the older students here, as you're well
aware, and we've also done some observations...” He smiled at
Storm, watching her face for some sign of nervousness. When she
merely return his gaze with a pacific, almost bored, expression, he
frowned, pressing onward. “What is the Danger Room?”

“I'm afraid
I have no idea what you're talking about,” she answered
immediately. “Where did you hear that?”

“What is sim
training?”

“Pardon me?”
Storm leaned forward in her seat, brows creeping upwards. “That
sounds like one of those video games the students are always playing
in their off hours...”

“Hmm.
Finally,” Brian leaned towards her, his voice dropping to an
almost sinister level. “What is Cerebro?”

Storm
straightened, her lips curling into a smile. “I'm afraid
someone has been playing pranks on you, Brian. Those words mean
nothing to me. This is a school, not some silly video game. You've
had free reign to look around within reason, student rooms being off
limits. Have you seen any doors marked Dangerous Room?”

“Danger
Room,” he put in sharply. “And Cerebro.”

Amara snorted.
“That sounds like a breakfast food.”

Brian and Jacob
stood as one, a strange geeky binary. “You're lying,”
Brian pressed. “And we know why.”

“I'm afraid
your welcome here is wearing thin,” Storm shot back. “I
have papers to grade. If you'll excuse us...” she stood,
pushing Amara ahead of her towards the library door. “Please
be prepared for a meeting in the morning with Miss Blau and myself,
reconsidering your welcome.”
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