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Characters: Hayley & OPEN
Date: June 25th (or the next couple days)
Location: Hayley's sweet new digs or outside in the Metal Sector
Situation: Roommate shenanigans, Hayley coming out of hiding to be social again, whatever..
Warnings/Rating: None yet.

Hayley had done her best to avoid people for the last few weeks, trying to regain a more objective view of the situation and of her relationships. These friendships were getting harder to avoid and while part of her wanted to accept them, there remained a voice in the back of her mind warning her of the dangers of embracing these people. Moving had been a very unwelcome break in the monotony, but a joyous excuse for helping her in hiding away in a nice place and pretending she didn't exist. She kept contact, of course; it was the bare minimum required to keep anyone from thinking she had disappeared from the turtle.

Now, finally, boredom has overcome her and so instead of taking her food to her room and leaving for work at odd hours, Hayley was returning to a more standard routine. It meant she was more likely to run into people and to have to be friends again. She knew that and was slightly apprehensive about it, but the part of her that wanted those kinds of connections had inevitably won out and she found herself missing Bart and Kon and the others after enough time.

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"Cool," comes the generic response, as if they're talking about favorite colors. The surprised look is more than enough reward for this entire conversation. With that arrogance, she gives him a small grin. "Victor was a mutant too. I didn't know him super well or anything, but he seemed cool, so.. Not a big deal to me, you know?"

A million questions come to mind, some of which might wind up in Hayley's mind as well - What kind of mutant? Where do you know him from? What's so 'cool' about mutants anyway? - but Don settles on:

"Who is Victor?"

Edited 2014-07-01 02:31 (UTC)

It's strange, how her mind seems to receive the idea of the question without hearing it as a phrase directly. It's just subtle enough that his audible words draw her attention and the seeming ideas are forgotten.

Hayley gives a shrug. "He's a guy that lived here. I think he's gone now? But he looked a little bit like a lizard.. green skin, scales, everything."

Well, that more or less describes Don too, and yet Hayley correctly identified him as a turtle.

"Have you met others? ... Here?"

"Uhh.. Yeah. There was another one that looked mostly normal, but they said their mutation gave them powers or something? I only talked to them like, once, so.. I don't really remember." She tilted her head up and let her gaze wander as she thought about who it was and what they had said. All she remembered was knowing she had finally met another mutant.

Suddenly something else occurred to her and she looked over at Don again. "Oh and there was a blue guy who was a mutant too. He had like, fur, or something? He was cool."

Don rubs the back of his head awkwardly. "I just got some powers too, I guess. They're just not related to my mutation."

Privately, he notes again that Hayley rates a lot of mutants as 'cool'. Interesting...

"Was it a bad sandwich?" She teases. Kon had said once that powers could come from nearly anything, including bad food. Although he had said it with some humor, she always wondered how true the words were and attempted to play it off as a sincere question hidden beneath humor of her own.

"Uh..." Well, there was that vegetarian sandwich Mike fed him when they first met, but that doesn't seem related. "I don't think so."

"Any idea what it was? Or did it just happen totally randomly?" It's almost an informal sort of survey, her many questions about powers, what they can do, and where they come from.

"I had a dream," Don admits. "I didn't remember it when I woke up, but later it came back to me."

"You had a dream that you had powers?" She asks, trying to clarify. Does that mean he doesn't have powers outside of his dream or that the dream gave them to him? It's all rather confusing.

"No, I had a dream and then I had powers."

Or so it seems. Not being an especially spiritual guy, Don's still not sure what to make of the whole thing.

"Oh." Because that made.. absolutely no sense at all. "So, wait. Did the dream cause you to have the powers? Or was that some random coincidence and it's just like, you remember what day you got them because you had some weird dream the night before?"

Hayley watched him more eagerly than before as they walked, still paying great attention to where they were and where they were going as they continued along.

Don stops walking, which might be fortuitous for their festival explorations, because some sort of ritual dance performance is just getting underway nearby. The Turtle pays no attention, though, dodging the gathering crowd without particularly seeming to notice that either.

"Hayley, I don't know. If you can explain where these powers came from, I would love to hear it."

She pursues him with relative ease. Don finds a path and the scrawny teenage girl follows his lead, dodging between people and keeping mostly close to him to continue their conversation.

"I have no idea? But Kon might be able to figure it out, or Superman. You know, if you wanted to like, really look into it."

Don crosses his arms and settles his stance, defending his little patch of ground against the passing throngs with his mere presence.

"I would."

Hayley moves around to stand just in front of him, again using his size to her advantage.

"Cool. I'm going to find something else to do, but I'll talk to them and let you know, okay?"

Don's not entirely sure he believes this, but he's occasionally underestimated little girls before.

"Okay. Tell them they can reach me on the consoles."

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"I will," she replies lightly, giving a wave before she turns and begins making her way into the crowd. Hayley really will talk to them, though she doesn't have too much faith in their ability to determine the origin - certainly less than she lets on. It's the kind of thing someone like Bruce Banner would be better suited to, but Bruce hasn't been here in months.

So she disappears among the crowd, hoping the mutant turtle can find some answers of his own.