Trip-L Threat A Go-Go! | |
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Participants | Laura Lorna |
Synopsis | Lorna runs a few ideas past Laura… spoiler, she doesn't go for all of them. |
Location | Xavier School |
Time | January 17, 2016 |
Posted By | Lorna |
It's action night at the Xavier mansion. The television has been turned up and the movie in it is one of Lorna's personal favorites… A romantic comedy starring a couple of the IT stars of the moment. You know the kind, the female is tiny and blonde, the male her a strong jaw, muscular pecs and arms the size of a cannon but still sensitive. Lorna and a couple of the other girls from the dorm are curled up on the couch with their box of tissues, weeping. "Oh my god! Tell her you love her!!" The green haired woman is calling out to the man on the television set. The other girls are nodding in agreement, one of them actually blowing her nose into a kleenex and sobbing as if her heart was breaking.
Laura steps into the room, wondering what all the commentary is all about. Looking about and taking in the scene, at first, the dark-haired one isn't sure what's going on. Lorna's talking to the tv. Another girl is openly weeping and apparently taking up stock with the Kleenex companies. But ultimately, nothing -seems- amiss. Oh, then she notices what's actually -on- the tv and she can't supress her eyeroll. "Oh, gaaah. Sunday night tv -has- to get better than this…" she mutters, hovering around the back of the couch for a moment, debating on strolling back out or starting up a lone game of one-man pool. "Seriously," she ventures, "all those who have seen this movie more than five times, put up your hand…" She's betting at least half of them have. But why is she hovering? She's doing her best to stay out of Lorna's magnetic field.
As soon as the brunette's voice calls across the commons Lorna turns her head to give her a sad smile. There are tears in her eyes, she's not afraid to admit that she has more than her fair share of girlie moments. Then taking a big sniffle and wiping the tears out of her eyes, she begins to explain. "She's in the hospital and she's in a coma… all he has to do is say the three little words and she'll wake up!" It's a plot that's been done time and time and time again, but each and every one of those times it makes millions, literally. "Come and sit down, I have to talk to you anyway. I got some juicy things for you." The former model grins as a wicked little glint comes to her eyes. The magnetic field is turned off as the invitation is given, something that the other woman could probably feel the instant it happens.
"Ugh, please… -so- lame," Laura complains, obviously meaning that this type of movie isn't exactly her cup of tea. She's also not the type to sit and blubber over a movie. She probably feels that it's fine if someone else wants to do that, but she just won't. Shoving the sleeves of her black turtleneck up to the elbows, Laura finally shrugs as Lorna mentions she wants to talk. Moving swiftly past the back of the couch to come around the other side, she crouches down at the end that Lorna sits upon. "Okay, so… what's up? You seem about ready to burst at the seams and all. Must be something pretty interesting." At least, she hopes it is. Not everything that everyone finds interesting falls under that description in Laura's books, after all.
Unfortunately Laura picked just the moment that the hero of the story pulls a Prince Charming and leans down over the bed to kiss the girl of his dreams. Then a chorus of squeals, sighs, and 'Aaaaaaawwwwwww' sounds from all the girls on the couch and around. "He did it! I can't believe he did it!" Really Lorna? Really? He always does it, in every movie. But then the moment is over and Lorna turned her face toward Miss Anthrope and smiles her widest smile. "I wanted to talk to you about Julian. I finally remember who he reminds me of."
There's that eyeroll yet again. Really? -Really-? Laura shakes her head and sighs. She's just not into this sort of movie and she doesn't understand the draw. But, she's trying to behave, so she bites her tongue, so to speak, and remains silent about it without any further snide remarks about it, to the girls or to Lorna. Instead, she waits patiently for Lorna to spit out whatever juicy news she seems to be sitting on. When she finally comes out with Julian's name, she actually groans. She pinches the bridge of her nose and practically whines, "Lorna, I really do not want to talk about Jul—huh?" She makes a bit of a face, lowering her hand to a knee as she adds, "Who he reminds you of? Who?" Does she even want to know?
Nodding, Lorna just smiles this giant Cheshire Cat grin and raises her eyebrows a little mischievously. "Yes, totally. You probably haven't ever watched it, but there's this old movie called Can't Buy Me Love with McDreamy in it before he was ever McDreamy. ANYWAY, there's this little red headed kid in it that thinks he's all that and hits on all the girls. I think the guy went on to play a werewolf in some other show… BUT… Julian totally reminds me of that kid." The green haired woman seems very proud of herself for this little tidbit. "I mean think about it, he's a kid right? But he keeps hitting on women like we're going to fall all over him."
Shaking her head, Laura replies, "Uh… no… never seen it. Sorry." She falls silent to listen to the rest of Lorna's observations. Her head tilts to one side before she says, "Wait a minute… so… this is what you wanted to 'talk' to me about? That he reminds you of some kid in some movie I've never seen?" Laura asks, seeming more than a little confused, as though she expected something bigger than this. But then the rest of what was said slowly sinks in. "Okay. Well. Yeah, if he's over seventeen, I'd be surprised," Laura relents, nodding a bit. "He seems to think age doesn't matter. I called him on it at some point and he claimed that it wasn't an excuse or that I didn't really believe that it was the issue or some other bullshit. But yeah, that's my point. I mean, we're old enough to be in college… what do either of us want with a high school kid?"
Lorna just shakes her head, "No, I'm old enough to be graduated from college already. But seriously, if you think about it that way, he really won't bother you anymore." She turns her attention back to the television and snags a handful of popcorn from the bowl resting on one of the other girls' laps and pops a few kernels into her mouth. "Oh, that and he really doesn't like the nickname Jules. You can do a lot with that one." She's really looking out for Laura, honestly. Stuff like that is gold material for girls. "Family Jules… uh… probably some other stuff that I haven't actually thought about yet. You just shouldn't let him bug you so much, he's just a little kid that's trying to be all grown up."
"Well, you know what I mean," Laura grumps. College-aged or past-college-aged — either way, there's an age-gap there. It might not make a difference once both parties are in their 20s, but in this case, well, that isn't the case. "You don't get it, Lorna. He knows what buttons to push. No matter how calm, cool and collected I try to be, he manages to jab a metaphoric finger into that one button that I can't ignore. He thinks he's all that and frankly, he's not." She's muttering at her knee for a moment, but now she looks up at Lorna on the couch again. She lowers her voice to a whisper though. "You know what he does, too that drives me nuts? If I try to call him on his bad behaviour, he puts it all on me, claiming I'm all hung up over his money. But he's the one who makes it out to be all about his money. He twists things." Sighing, she rolls back off of her heels and onto her backside to sit on the floor. "Jules? Well, good to know," she comments, filing that away with a small smirk.
Lorna's concentration is half on the television ahead of her and half on Laura as she talks about the boy in question. "He's not so bad if you know what buttons to push back. With him it's all the fact that he's a kid. Treat him like you would your little brother, he reminds me so much of my friend Julie's little brother David. He was always trying to get a date with me when he was thirteen and I was fifteen, I mean seriously?" One of the other girls on the couch looks over and catches Lorna's eyes with a questioning look and Lorna nods to her, "I know, right?"
When the final credits start to roll on the movie, Lorna turns to face Laura fully and rests her elbow on the back of the couch. "He does stuff to get a rise out of you, if he doesn't get the rise it's no fun anymore. Heck, make up a boyfriend and gush about him twenty four seven and how great he is at everything… I bet that would totally be a button."
"Not so bad? Every time I start thinking he's not so bad, he does something truly stupid and pisses me off," Laura says in frustration, sighing and running both hands through her hair. "I know he likes getting a reaction. But… I just can't help it," Laura admits, shaking her head and looking rather miserable. "I try to play nice. But he doesn't play fair," she adds with a sigh. "And… I'm a horrible liar," she admits almost sheepishly. "I don't know… I just wish he'd back off and stop thinking with the wrong head all the time. Especially around me," the dark-haired one complains.
Raising her eyebrows very high on her head, Lorna just gives Laura one of the most incredulous looks a woman can muster. "Really Laura? It's the only head men have until it doesn't work anymore, that's when the other one clicks on. It's like a light switch, if it can still go up, the lights will always be off." The metaphor is just a little backwards, but it really works. At least in her mind it does, poor girl has never been the best at original thought, but she does try. "Okay, so no made up boyfriend, what about dating someone from around here? Or even in the city? You're really pretty, you could probably find a hundred guys that would take you out for a dinner."
There's a small smirk on Laura's lips as Lorna goes on about which head guys generally think with. "Well, a girl can hope, can't she? And really… there are a lot of guys out there. I don't see all the guys out there sleazing on girls like he does. He just kind of… oozes, you know?" she offers up, sounding truly grossed out. "I mean, really, am I imagining that some of them at least know how to -pretend- to use the one that's on their shoulders?" she asks, though perhaps with the thought that she -really- doesn't want to know the answer. Then, as Lorna suggests -actually- getting a boyfriend, Laura looks about ready to fall over. First, she goes almost deathly pale, which is a trick considering she already is pale. Then, she goes about fourteen shades of red. Then she starts shaking her head, almost rapidly. "Ohno, I don't -think- so… nuh-uh. I am -so- not… you've GOT to be kidding…" she starts, not really finishing any coherent statement.
Resting her cheek on the back of the couch, Lorna grins at the rainbow display of Laura's skin before she actually manages to sputter out a sentence. This really does cause the green haired woman to let out a small giggle before pressing her hand to her mouth. By now a few of the other girls have either joined in on the conversation or are concentrating on the next movie on the television. Another one of the same romantic comedies, this time it's one where the woman just doesn't know what's good for her. "Oh come on Laura! I'm not telling you to get married and have a thousand babies or anything, just go out to a movie or coffee or something!" Straightening up on the couch, Lorna pats Laura on the knee twice to grab her attention just a little more. Apparently she's really excited about something else. "Oh! Lucille has never seen the Fastlane movies, since they're my favorite of the minute, we're going to have a slumber party in the common room and watch them all night. Are you in?"
"Well, really, Lorna… have you -met- most of the guys here?" Laura retorts, rolling her eyes and trying to regain some of her composure. Clearing her throat, she adds, "Honestly, a relationship? Coffee? Movie? You're talking like dates and stuff… and that's just much too complicated." Or it sounds that way to her. Despite what she might tell Julian, she doesn't have a lot of experience in the dating arena. "Seriously, do you even think if I showed any interest in someone else that it would even -phase- Julian? I somehow doubt it." Sighing, she starts to look away, ready to prop her chin on her hands or something, but the pat on her knee draws her attention back. "Uh…a what?" she asks at first, blinking a bit. "I… well… uh… thanks but… I think I'll pass. I like you guys and all but… Fastlane? Seriously? The actor's a dork. And… uh… a slumber party? I think I was at one when I was five…?"
Lorna's. Jaw. Just. Drops. "Oh no you didn't girlfriend!" she tries to make California sound all Midwestern with her coolness, putting the emphasis on the wrong syllables and enunciating every word as it should be. "Alex Masters is just only the whoah of whoahs! I even met him once." The woman says proudly, smiling very widely and letting off one of the longest sighs known to mankind. "He totally has abs that just won't quit. I bet he could roll quarters down them, he's so stacked. How can you say he's a dork, he loves his fans! He's not like some Hollywood jerk that just ignores you when you ask for an autograph either, he actually gives it up."
Shaking her head, Laura holds up both hands, palms out. "Okay, okay, jeez, relax. Seriously… you act like he's your BFF or something," she criticizes lightly, eyebrows going up a bit. "Can't a girl have an opinion?" she complains, suddenly going a little grumpy again. "He -so- doesn't do it for me and I am -not- apologizing for that. So he's nice. Cool. Still doesn't mean I have to fall all over myself when I hear his name or see him on tv." Laura really is so far against the grain (or tries to be) that she refuses to go in on the trends or do what everyone else is doing, but she does genuinely seem to really not be all about this Masters guy.
Laura gets a shrug and Lorna just can't keep the dreamy smile off her face. "Alright, I can get behind that. It just means that there's more for me to swoon over. If two of the Trip-L Threat don't think Alex Masters is the absolute, then it's just more for the final member. Still, we have to slumber party. Even if it is just the three of us. We could even do it at my apartment if you don't want to do it here." She smiles widely and inches just a little closer to Laura, "I could totally introduce you to some of my friends from the city. We could have martinis or something!"
Shaking her head and laughing ever so slightly, Laura replies, "Seriously, you can have him… and wait." She blinks, then looks at Lorna a little more closely, narrowing her eyes. "Trip-L Threat? What the hell is that?" she queries, seeming more than a little confused. Shaking her head a little and moving right along, she adds, "Anyway… really, what is it with you guys and sleepovers or whatever. I mean… I suppose I could do. Sometime." She's not fully committing, but it might be the best committal from one who generally tries to avoid too much social activity. "And… uh… maybe keep it small? I'm not really a big party person, right?"
Lorna nods quickly at the moniker, "Yep, Trip-L Threat. That's our superhero team name. You, me, and Lucille, our names all start with the letter el. Then Triple…just take off the le and add a capital L. It's brilliant really. We could even make a movie like Charlie's Angels or something." Uh oh. She's already making their future plans as a team of super heroes… this cannot bode well for anyone involved. "But sure, we can keep it to just the three of us, if you want. Maybe Kitty if she wants to come along, but she'll have to be a sidekick or something because her name doesn't start with an L and she's not legal to drink."
Peering at Lorna, the dark-haired one asks, "Are you sure you haven't been into the martinis already?" She's pretty sure Xavier doesn't allow alcohol in the school, at least, so if Lorna's been into the martinis, it was elsewhere. But, well, details. "Seriously… you have your head stuck in tv-land. I am part of no super-hero team," she corrects, shaking her head. "I am certainly nobody's angel and I'm not making any movies… did you fall and hit your head or something?" She snorts a bit. "And wait… who's Kitty?" she asks, obviously having not met the girl in question or not paid her much attention if she's been here a while.
"Of course you're part of a super hero team, whether we actually do anything or not, you're part of it. We can't be called the Two L and a K team." Lorna explains, putting all of Laura's misgivings and rejections of the idea. "Fine, we don't have to do movies or anything, it was just an idea of what to do after we get out of school. I mean, we can't hang around here forever, they'll kick us out into the real world someday." Whether that's sooner or later, no one even knows. Who knows, they could be there forever as well.
Laura's still got an eyebrow raised and is looking at Lorna funny. "Seriously, you need to find a hobby or four, girl," she says, giving the other young woman a bit of a sidelong glance. Some of the other girls are chuckling to themselves while watching the next movie, but Laura practically ignores this. "I'm… not flamboyant like you, in case you haven't noticed." She scratches the back of her head in an absent fashion, then adds, "And while I haven't given much thought of what to do after I finish my coursework here, I don't think I'd want to join the ranks with your dorky-Alex-guy. Thanks for the offer, though." She rolls her eyes a little, sighs and leans back on the floor, leaning on her hands behind her. People really confuse her. "Anyway… I wasn't aware I had been brought into any team or anything… when were you planning on telling me this?" Not that she's totally offended or anything. She just finds it all to be a bit… much.
"Well I just thought of it the other night, I told you before I made any huge plans and stuff. I thought it would be fun. Besides, I never said we had to join Alex's ranks or anything." Lorna's bright smile has fallen into an expression of hurt. She turns away from Laura at that point and stares at the television screen. She crosses her arms over her chest and wrinkles her nose a little before letting off a huff. "Besides, what about doing good stuff for people? There's plenty of mutants around that do horrible things but not so many that do good things and help us."
Peering at Lorna, Laura pauses. "Are you… are you actually pissed because I don't like people making plans for me without chatting to me first?" she questions, one eyebrow arching up slowly. "C'mon, Lorna, you know me enough by now to know that I don't like -anyone- doing that for me… and besides, I was mostly kidding because I thought you were kidding. You're serious about some superhero stuff?" She blinks a little, feeling a bit like a heel, but also not sure how she feels about the idea of anyone trying to include her in some crime-fighting vigilante team without chatting with Laura about it first. She's not sure what to think of it in the slightest. Sighing heavily, she finally says, "Sometimes you get so over-excited about things that you take things so far… and I don't know when you're being serious and when you're just off on some over-hyped excitement bender, girl. But even if you're serious about it, you need to -think- about it a bit more, I'd say. You don't know what you'd be up against out there." For some strange reason, Laura starts idly rubbing at her knuckles on one of her hands. "Anyway, I've said enough," she says, snapping out of her brief reverie. "Maybe I should stop interrupting the movie…" She starts to unfold herself, getting ready for a Laura-patented retreat, it seems.
"I'm not pissed Laura, I'm hurt." Lorna grumps, still staring at the television directly ahead of her. A few of the girls have scootched away from the Mistress of Magnetism for fear of the shield being turned back on suddenly and the other girl being flung across the room. But it doesn't happen. "I mean, at first it was just a silly nickname for the three of us, we're in the same class after all. It's not like I ordered the t-shirts or anything… yet…" Then her eyes slide down toward the brunette and her eyes go all puppy dog and watery, maybe baby bunny even. "Oh PLEASE Laura, let's just order the t-shirts!! They're SO cute and when I saw them online I almost got them right away!!"
"Fine, be hurt. You're the one who came up with this whole group idea and just -assumed- I'd buy into it," Laura grumps back at first, beginning to actually sound a bit pissed herself. By now, she's up on her knees, about to get right up and head off to go find other areas with less people. Less people means less she can get into trouble. As the other girl suddenly goes on about t-shirts, she rolls her eyes. "You just. Don't. Stop. Do you?" she groans, then finally does stand up. Looking down at Lorna, she shakes her head rather emphatically. "No. Absolutely. Positively. No," she asserts abruptly, then sighs in frustration.
"Yours is blaaaaaaaaack!" Lorna sing songs, obviously trying to needle the other girl to her point of view. "We can totally wear them all together. Mine is purple and Lucille's is red." Okay she's not admitting that she actually did order them already and they should be on the way. yes, she got a little carried away when she had the idea. "We'd be so cute all together and with our shirts. Just wait, you'll see. Trip-L Threat!" And she claps a few times in excitement.
"Uh, Lorna? Have you ever known me to go in on something like this? When have I ever been anyone else's Bobssey-Twin?" Laura asks her flatly. "Thanks, but no. You guys can have your fun or whatever if you want, but you'll have to count me out," she says. She doesn't know it's on order and judging by how her mood starts to get a little darker, that probably still wouldn't change her mind. "God… what is it with everyone being so freaking impossible in this place?" she complains in a frustrated tone. Yes, she's fairly easy to rile, apparently, and although she knows Lorna means well, she's just not in the mood now. She straightens out her shirt, then starts to move around the couch.
"Fine, no shirt, no Trip-L Threat." Lorna concedes, for now. "But we're still on for the slumber party at my place, right? I'll even clean up… maybe… Okay there definitely won't be any underwear lying around and I'll do the dishes." She's through trying to change the other woman's mind for the night, mostly thanks to the shushes they're getting from the other girls trying to concentrate on the movie. "Let's just watch the movie and… Oh my god look at that!" The green haired woman points to the television where the hero of the movie just took his shirt off to reveal a very nice looking bare chest. "Humunuh!!" And all the girls on the couch dissolve into giggles at the sights.