Nothing that I do is ever good enough

[soultospare]

Who| Megan Gwynn & YOU!!!
What| Exploring the Tribute Center
Where| Various locations in the Tribute Center & surrounding.
When| Throughout the week, whenever the curfew is not in effect.
Warnings/Notes| N/A

1 ; Training Center

If this place was for real (and it was looking increasingly like it was), Megan was going to need to put in some practice when it came to self-defense. X-Men didn't kill (except for demons, and the proper term in that case was vanquish) but she wanted to be ready to defend herself, just in case. Years of combat training would aid her, of course, but without her powers as a back up, she was worried she wouldn't be able to handle herself in a pinch. After all, everything she relied on fell back on her mutant abilities. Without those, she felt like she would be an easy target.

So she arrived at the training center ready to work on all that. Her first order of business was to get the lay of the land. From there she would decide what to do.

2 ; The Roof

The sunset over the mountains was brilliantly beautiful, but Megan wasn't paying it any mind. Instead she sat brooding on the roof. Or rather, she sat pouting. Bright pink fairies aren't exactly the brooding types. Regardless, she sat on the rooftop overlooking the busy Capitol down below, a pensive look on her face. She wondered, vaguely, what would happen if she jumped off the ledge. What good were those wings of hers if she wasn't able to fly?

3 ; You pick!

Comments

[biomechatronic]

He feels a little bad: his curiosity rides roughshod over manners sometimes. Most of the time.

"That's...astonishing!" He snatches his hand back before touching them. "They're organic? You've had them your whole life?" He gives a nervous laugh. "They're...not normal where I'm from." However, cybernetics are, for whatever that's worth.

[soultospare]

Megan shook her head, looking a bit sheepish. She enjoyed being the center of attention, but being seen as an oddity can be trying sometimes. As least the man was being polite about it and not imposing too much. That said, she did flinch away when he looked as though he might touch her.

"I wasn't born with them, actually. My mutant powers didn't manifest until I was thirteen. That's when I grew my wings."

[biomechatronic]

Right, right, Dennett, look with your eyes, not your hands. He does manage to look a little abashed as he pulls his hand back.

"Mutant. Like the tortoise? Some sewer incident?" That had been a trip. At least the wings looked, well, not like a human sized bipedal tortoise.

[soultospare]

"What tortoise?" Her face contorted a little, confusion abounding. If there were other mutants here, she desperately needed to meet them, even if they weren't the X-Men. "There wasn't an accident. At least not one in a sewer. I was born with the X-gene. I inherited it from my father. But it lies dormant until puberty, so I looked rather normal until then."

Or so she liked to tell herself.

[biomechatronic]

"The tortoise. You haven't seen him? He's taller than I am, and well...green, and with a big shell...and...." And the more Dennett talks about it the more it sounds like crazy talk. He HAD seen him, hadn't he? He'd even asked him if he was an hallucination. "He was real, I swear."

"Mutant gene from what?" Nuclear fallout? Did he miss something?

[soultospare]

"If there's another mutant around though, I'd sure like to meet him." Megan shook her head, though she was clearly intrigued. And as for her genetics, well... "I don't think anyone's figured that bit out yet. But there's a number of us mutants, all with the same genetic marker. There used to be more of us, but now there's about two hundred or so in the entire world."