Karolina Dean (
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Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday
This week, there were no major technical difficulties happening in the guidance counselor's office, and for that, Karolina was thankful.
There were, a however, a lot of apples on her desk. Like a lot. A lot a lot. It was kind of a pyramid of apples, right on her desk, and she was worried about whether touching it would lead to all the apples rolling off onto the floor and into different directions.
"And these aren't even in season," she said incredulously, to no one in particular. As if that was a thing that had ever swayed Fandom before.
[ooc: Open office!]
There were, a however, a lot of apples on her desk. Like a lot. A lot a lot. It was kind of a pyramid of apples, right on her desk, and she was worried about whether touching it would lead to all the apples rolling off onto the floor and into different directions.
"And these aren't even in season," she said incredulously, to no one in particular. As if that was a thing that had ever swayed Fandom before.
[ooc: Open office!]
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But she couldn't be seen doing that, so she was wandering through the teachers' office wing instead of taking the direct route.
The apple that rolled out into the hallway caught her attention; she scooped it up and tossed it in her hand a few times before leaning through the doorway.
"Hey, you dropped your, uh -- " The pyramid was kind of hard to miss, and she raised her eyebrows in amusement. "You have enough apples there?"
It came out sounding slightly mocking. As usual, she figured that people were going to dislike her anyway, so she might as well make sure she was the one who set the tone for that.
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And yeah she really wished she hadn't whined, now that she saw who it was. The brief deer-in-headlights look on her face coincided with the completely ridiculous thought that maybe Beau wouldn't recognize her since she didn't look like a goth with a cinched waist and painted-on eyebrows anymore.
(It wasn't ridiculous to assume Beau might not. It was ridiculous to hope for that, even for a second, over some mere whining.)
"Oh," she said. "Hi."
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She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully; she was pretty sure she'd never seen Karolina around before, but she kind of sounded vaguely familiar.
"'sup," she added, actually managing a bit of a smile, or an attempt at one anyway. "Have we like met? Because I don't remember you, but I kinda feel like we have. Like you sound familiar? Or I could have been hung over at the time and I don't know what I'm talking about, so . . ."
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... Not that she'd been intending to, anyway, after her little brain blip. The whining wasn't embarrassing enough for a charade of not being the person who'd also been at that party.
So: "Oh, um, we met at the mansion's Halloween party?" she said, a little self-conscious with the way she brushed her hair back behind her ear. "I'm Karolina? I was dressed as
meta forMorticia Addams." Wait, Beau didn't look like she was from anywhere where that was a thing. "That's -- she's a character who dresses in all black and really sexy."Meanwhile, Karolina was dressed in what were best described as cheery pastels. And not very sexy, although the sweater she was wearing was form-fitting, at least.
"Hi."
She'd already said that. But this time, it was with an awkward little wave!
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Because of course she would. Honestly, Beau.
“Really effective as costumes go, gotta say,” she added with a nod to the cheery pastel ensemble. “Seriously never would have guessed. I kind of didn’t know about the costume thing ‘cause I’d been here like two days at that point, so I wasn’t in costume or anything? Kinda wish I came up with some kind of smartass answer for that in case people asked, in retrospect. Beau, by the way. I can’t remember if I mentioned that before.”
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"Yeah, I think you said." No, she definitely had, but Karolina felt weird about being too obvious about remembering. "Have you settled in okay? I mean, on a Fandom scale of settling, because I know it can be a lot."
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She was possibly trying to show off a little with the juggling, which probably would have gone better if she had more than one apple, but eh.
"It's cool, though. You know, getting used to things, knowing where the booze is, knowing way too many teachers now apparently . . . so you teach here too, or what?"
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A pause, a shrug, then an addition. "Or at least I'll try to."
Classic Kar.
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"That's pretty cool. I mean, unless you're like using that information against the kids later or something."
And then she went and ruined it, like she did. Sigh.
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But it sounded less like she was reacting to an accusation and more like she thought it was something akin to a misunderstanding she had to clear up immediately. Again, classic Kar.
She shook her head, and tempered her tone (as well as her face) into something a little less urgent-seeming. "No, I'm here doing this because -- I could probably have used something like this when I was a kid." All those many many years ago. Ahem. "I just want to be someone who's safe and at least tries to understand, because my teen years were pretty screwed up, too."
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She spun the apple around in her fingers, took a bite, and made a sound that implied the apple was pretty good, actually.
"But if this is a confidential, no-judgment zone? Yeah. That's pretty cool."
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She nodded. "This is. This is exactly that." She hoped the students saw it that way, at least. her head tilted further, but now it was coupled with a shrug into a gesture of 'what can you do?' "I mean... I'm a gay alien who went into superheroing when her parents turned out to be supervillains. Who am I going to judge?"
She didn't mean to infodump, really. But it was a concise way to describe what she was about. (And also that she was into women but sliding that in there was just a minor point, honest.)
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"I respect a woman who's that up front about things," she said with a slow grin, because look, it wasn't like she was an expert at subtlety herself. "For real, though. Not a figure of speech. That's a lie, it's both, but anyway."
A little more seriously she added, "I get that, though. About the shitty parents. Wouldn't call mine supervillains exactly, but. Wait. That's not a figure of speech either, is it?"
You never knew around here.
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You don't say, Karolina.
She shrugged. "So I know a little bit about what it might be like to go through a difficult situation as a teen."
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"Mine were just assholes who couldn't deal with me not being the kid they wanted," she said, and as hard as she tried to keep her lingering anger about that out of her voice the undercurrent was still there. "But not on that level. What the fuck. So you what, went and did the hero thing to flip them off?"
Another quick grin. "That's good. I like that."
Better than her method of turning criminal, really.
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There was another little shrug. Followed by a lopsided smile.
"I'm just here trying to do my best," she said. "Sounds like maybe you are, too." In a manner of speaking. 'Best' was not always 'what someone else wanted from you'.
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Which was an understatement; she had very strong feelings about adults using kids for some fucked up personal agenda, but she was at least self aware enough to not want to go into a mostly incoherent profanity laden rant right here, and that was close to her own personal damage than she wanted to go anyway.
She let out a low, dubious laugh instead. "Well, I'm trying something, anyway. Probably not channeling it into anything as positive as you, though. That's like, seriously. That's impressive."
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She just smiled a little. It got slightly less lopsided, too. "Thanks," she said, with a sheepish kind of sincerity. "I'm trying."
A beat, and she gave a soft snort and shook her head.
"I... pretty much just said that already, right?"
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She took another bite of the apple, unsubtly suggestive enough that it would likely give any lurking squirrels some severe secondhand embarrassment.
"I mean, I wasn't that time but, you know. It's fine. Trying stuff is like . . . I'm into it."
And yet you weren't even really trying that time, were you, Beauregard?
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Brushing her hair back a second time was wholly unnecessary.
"Well, I mean... It's good to try things, too. It's the only way you find out what works."
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That she felt some kind of sense of accomplishment about getting that reaction out of Karolina was entirely possible.
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Still, maybe a little bit.
Of course, she had no clue what to say, so after a little smile and a pause that went on just a second too long, she came out with, "Uh, keeps things from getting boring, too."
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"Yeah, 'cause that's no fun." She mentally reviewed what had just come out of her mouth, then shrugged and laughed self-mockingly. "I mean, obviously, right?"
She was perfectly aware how awkward that sounded, so she tried to blow past it with a slightly rushed, "Yeah, I don't really know how to talk to people but I was totally hitting on you. You know, full disclosure."
Really, Beau?
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At least if you disregarded the very brief interlude of Karolina's eyes going wider than she would've liked them to, in an international signal of 'eep!'
Because she got over it, albeit with a sheepish chuckle and a quick downward glance. "Well, that's good," she said. "Because, um, it's good to be clear sometimes, you know? Because... I hadn't really made it that far yet. Into flirting."
For her own part, she meant, because she'd definitely grasped what Beau had been doing. She was just really lacking in eloquence right now.
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She was an asshole, but not that kind of asshole.
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She said that a little too quickly, even.
"I'm just --" She paused and bit her lip, and cringed a little, almost apologetically (if that was even a thing). "Super rusty."
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She looked like she was trying to hold back a smile and wasn't doing a very good job of it. "Yeah?" she asked. "You'd let me do that? Like, maybe even some other time too?"
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"Somewhere more interesting is fine," she said. Apparently that boosted her confidence enough that she decided to act relaxed and casually pick up one of the apples. This was, of course, a foolish mistake because it sent five or six other apples tumbling onto the floor and merrily rolling away.
Somehow, the rest stayed put.
For now, anyway.
"... Somewhere with fewer apples will probably be okay, too," Karolina added, a lot more meekly.
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But even Beau, habitually surly as she was, couldn't quite suppress the briefest flash of an actual smile at that.
She stuck her foot out, trying to intercept one of the rolling apples and kick it up into her hand; instead it bounced up into the air at a wild angle and nearly hit her in the nose before she reached out to snag it out of the air and . . . swat it out into the hallway instead.
"I'm working on it, I'm working on it," she said, waving her hand. "That's not like a thing you can do, is it? Just random apples manifesting around you? 'cause I mean, it's kinda cool but also kinda a pain in the ass."
Focus, Beauregard.
"I mean . . . what do you want to do? Get drinks sometime? That's usually my go to but I'd be into other ideas."
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Then, immediately after, she realized that that was probably one of the worst possible ideas, after the skill both of them had just now demonstrated at handling way smaller round objects.
"Uh, drinks is fine," she decided, nodding. "I don't do that a lot, so I think that balances it out." Because for all of her visible hipster hippieness, she was stll kind of a stay-at-home nerd at heart. "Also no, noo, the apples aren't my doing. I mean, I have powers, but nothing to do with apples."
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Bowling could quite possibly end up terribly.
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She'd thought about that kind of thing a lot during her studies, okay. What it meant that she'd spent so long living as a regular Earth-born human before the truth had come out.
"I, uh, I can manipulate energy into shields and beams. And I can fly. But, no apples. Or any other kind of manifesting things from thin air, either." Her head tilted a little, thoughtful. "So I probably wouldn't call it magic."
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“You can fly? That’s hot,” she said, so quickly it was clearly reflex. “Usually in my world when people can do that kind of thing it usually is because of magic. Unless it’s a racial thing — uh, that doesn’t always mean the same thing it does here, but as far as I know I’ve only heard of these bird-people who can. I still forget that this world is mostly just used to all humans all the time, you know? Like, outside of here, I mean. And see, now I kinda want to watch you fly sometime, but did you not know for a while? That you weren’t actually human?”
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She made a face, the way you sometimes did when something sucked but on the other hand, what could you do?
"It was a lot."
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“Yeah, that’s, uh. I kind of don’t even have a frame of reference to figure out how you’d process all that,” she admitted. Finding out about some of the shady crap her father had gotten up to hadn’t exactly been fun either, but that wasn’t even on the same level. “I mean, wow.”
She rubbed a hand over the back of her head and asked, in a slightly raspier voice than usual, “How did you even handle all of that?”
And not come out of it all angry and bitter, was what she meant, but that part could remain unsaid for now.
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She was wlling to be open about these things, but not so much so as to go into the whole messy self-loathing issue she'd had for a couple of years, there.
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It was probably best not to go there; she had her own fun self-loathing issues to contend with, after all, and some things were a little uncomfortably close to home.
"I mean, looks like you made it work pretty well for you. And now you're paying it forward here? That's . . . kind of amazing."
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She had been, anyway. Same with her friends.
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She grinned slowly. "So you're saying you would probably have been bored all day if I didn't come by?"
Not the point, Beau.
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She could joke! Sometimes!
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