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| Great Minds | |
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| Participants | Julian, Brian |
| Synopsis | The proof that great minds really do think alike. |
| Location | Room M02 - Xavier's School |
| Time | January 3, 2016 |
| Posted By | Brian |
Brian is doing what he normally does when he's in the dorm room. Not his homework. He's actually sprawled out on his bed, flipping through the pages of some random issue of Maxim. Music of a hip-hop nature comes from the stereo that's just loud enough to be a pain to those with super-hearing. Brian's too engrossed in his magazine to actually realize that he may be ticking those particular types off. Either that or he's doing it on purpose. Who knows.
Julian has been in a bit of a mood since last night, not that he's been around much to spread his sunshine and joy. No, he's been out getting into trouble to blow off steam, since that seems a much better option. Back now, he's at least a little calmer as he comes sauntering into the room, tossing his jacket off and carelessly onto a desk that isn't his, before he flops down on his bed. Only then does he glance over at Brian, offering a collegial, "Hey man."
"J-Man…" Brian's nonchalant greeting is only because he's turned his magazine vertical to try and figure out how the cover girl managed to get into the position she's in for this picture. "Damn." Shaking off the thought, he pulls the volume down on the music via the remote that's lying on his chest, before he turns his head to the side to regard his roomie. "If you're still angry, don't go tornado alley on 'em, but I scored us some magazines. As in… like two years worth of Maxim." Beam.
That's enough to get Julian to sit up, though not in a great hurry. "Nah, man. I'm not angry. Not worth being angry about," he decides, though he still maybe seems a bit angry. Probably best not to point that out to him though. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Chicks who don't talk. Just sit there and look good instead of getting all crazy on your ass out of nowhere." Not that he's thinking of any chick or chicks in particular here, no.
"Bro. I told you. You gotta' leave the lesbians alone. Especially the ones that can throw you through a wall without breaking a nail." Brian flashes a bit of a smirk before he closes the Maxim he was 'reading' and flings it across the room towards Julian's bed. In the next moment, he's reaching down to snatch up another one of these delicious magazines. "You know what I love about these magazines? They're not porn. Porn gives you too much. But these? You still get to use your imagination." Brian flips open the next one. "So. We gotta' find you a new target. Seen anybody around the school you want?"
"I can handle myself," Julian assures Brian, all full of bravado as usual. "Anyway, pretty sure she's already obsessed with me, but I didn't realize the crazy ran so deep. And not the fun 'oh hey, I forgot to wear underwear' sort of chick-crazy. The psycho sort of crazy." He catches the magazine readily, getting himself comfortable on the bed again, head propped up on pillows against the wall. "Not that I mind porn either," he says with a smirk - but he's not complaining about these quality publications either. To the matter of a target, he shrugs. "Been kind of quiet around here, really. Why I've been going to the city for the real quality interactions."
Brian frowns and sits up a little bit himself. "Quiet, indeed. I hate the quiet. Quiet makes me nervous." Brian looks around for a moment, sliding the remote control off his body and down to the cushion of his bed. "Now see, I could see us wasting out combined talents on this place to try and liven it up. But, as I said, that might be a bit of waste." Stroking his chin for a moment, Brian glances down at the magazine in his lap and sees that it's a College Issue. "Unless, of course, we do something to really tick off the psycho chick. If she wants to play, we can play." Grinning, Brian looks up at the Julian. He's got that look on his face. Uh oh. "Two words."
Dramatic Pause?
"Panty Raid."
"Quiet makes me bored. I'm going to have to start doing homework at this rate." Fat chance. Julian divides his attention between the magazine and his roomie, looking back and forth as he flips the pages. But the idea of pissing off the psycho chick catches his attention more than the rest, getting him to sit up again. "That is so juvenile," he notes, pausing for effect before breaking out in a beaming grin. "I love it." The magazine is set aside, but kept near at hand for later. "Sometimes you just have to stoop to their level."
"It'll be glorious. With our combine powers, we can have the whole Girls Dorm running wild. Not to mention we'll have all the panties we could ever want." Brian pauses, realizing how that might sound. "Not that we actually want panties. That'd just be wrong." Quick, Brian! Recover! And that's when he ends up with another grin on his face, as he gets yet another idea. "Ooooh. I smell a profit coming. We could always sell them back. Money? Favors? Homework? The possibilities could be endless." Brian's rubbing his hands together now, plotting.
"Theft and blackmail now, huh?" Julian replies, more amused by the idea than anything. "Though if there's a flagpole around, I think we have to see the cliche through to its natural conclusion. But hey, that's only gonna need a few pairs at the most." He swings his legs off the edge of the bed, sitting forward with his elbows propped on his knees now. "Now, I suppose we could always just wander in and take them when they're not there, but that sort of lacks flair. And this place could do with some flair."
"Seriously. This place needs one big flair up and I'm willing to bet that this could be it." Brian strokes his chin a little bit more. Conniving Snot. "In fact, I'm not even sure if this has ever been done at this school before. I'll have to check into it, but we could be becoming legends. Heroes. Saving this school from falling prey to the utterly miserable and completely insane. All with a little juvenile fun." Brian's already working on justifying what they're about to do. "I dare say we're doing nothing but showing our school spirit."
"Hey, if chicks are going to keep holding my age against me, then why shouldn't I act it," Julian replies with a little laugh, getting rather into the idea now. "And hey, being the heroes that saved this place from the mundane doesn't hurt either. Do them some good to learn a sense of humour, stop taking shit so serious all the time." Yes, he's doing it for them, really. "And who knows. Maybe they'll feel the need to retaliate. Wouldn't mind the idea of that psycho chick pawing through my drawers. Of course, she might just keep them for her collection. Obsessed."
"That's fine. Because that's when you know you got 'em right where you want 'em. And that's something we can always use. You never know when you might need a scary psycho chick to scare away something less troubling, but more annoying, like a Stage 5 Clinger." Brian shudders at that particular thought. "You know. I'm thinking we go big with this." Brian's up and on his feet, already heading over to towards the window. "It's pretty cold outside. If we could plan our route, make it so they all have to funnel after us… set up some cameras…" Brian turns around with dollar signs in his eyes. "Xavier's Girls Gone Wild."
"Oh, I can handle clingers," Julian replies, as if this is just a simple part of life, being so pimp as he. "But I guess I really can't blame her for being obsessed. Not her fault I'm just that awesome." He shrugs his shoulders, before coming back around to the idea of this raid. "I can get us up to the windows, if we want to go in that way. Then we could turn the main stairs into a slide or something. Slick it up. Could be hot if they try to come after us that way."
"If you can block off the other exits, I can tag myself and they'll -have- to make a run for it." Brian's grinning as his plan comes together. At least in his mind. He's already visualizing things going the right way. The perfect way. "Then they hit the slide, I'll have the front door's rigged already and voila. Instant Youtube Classic." Brian does believe this is going to be an event that Xavier's School won't soon even want to forget.
"Done and done," Julian agrees, as to blocking the other exits. "Man, this is going to be insane." He shakes his head, but with an approving grin. "And as an added bonus, this'll let us figure out which chicks are cool and can laugh this shit off, and which ones are those hot, uptight types." Then again, considering his love of a challenge, he might end up targeting the uptight ones.
"Not to mention, so long as we do it at night, we'll get our own sneak peek at what the girls around here keep hidden under all their clothes." Brian's dropping back down on his bed at this moment, since he's certainly become that much more of a happy camper. "I'll talk to some people and see how fast I can get a slide ready. Meanwhile, we better not think too loud about this. This place is crawling with telepaths."
"I think you have to do it at night. I'm pretty sure that's in the rules for panty raids," Julian notes wisely, still grinning a bit at the very idea. "Right, yeah. Don't you worry. I've got plenty of disgusting thoughts at the ready. Anyone goes snooping about in here, I'll make them sorry." He taps his temple, quite confident that it works just that easily. This is his first mutant school!
Brian keeps a big ol' smile on his face, since this is the greatest idea he's had in a long time. "This is gonna' be awesome. Julian? I'm so glad you decided to invade our school. Seriously." Brian doesn't even know where to begin in the planning. There's so many calls to make. So many things to do. "Between the two of us, I think we're going to own this school." And then some.
"Hey man, making places more awesome is what I do," Julian replies, sort of modestly despite the utter bull of that statement. As though he can't even really take credit for the awesomeness, since it just follows him around. "But you know, despite the psycho chicks and the all-round wholesomeness, this place doesn't entirely suck." Largely because Brian is cool, but it'd be too lame to say that. "We'll have this place eating out of the palm of our hands."
