Wellspring Arms, Saturday

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Now that it was the weekend and she wasn't facing terminal... brain cancer... Jean was at work. She was busy trying to set up the meditation room to something that wouldn't send boys running.

...yeah, it wasn't working so far.

Look, she thought the pillows made it look friendly, okay?

[[OCD ran awaaaaaaay]]

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[furnaceface]

Meditation. Right, then. Jono was going to swing by, and he was going to learn to meditate. Which, if you asked him, was probably a complete crock, but if Jean insisted that it would help him learn to reign in his powers some, who was he to pass up the maybe?

//Knock knock, gel?//

He peered his head into the Wellspring kind of warily. My, there seemed to be a lot of guns, here.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Jono!" Ohthankgod. She was thinking no one would show up. "Come on in."

[furnaceface]

Jono had seriously toyed with the option of staying in bed for the remainder of the month, but then he figured people would attempt to drag him out of it kicking and screaming, and... Well. It saved him so much more trouble if he just up and faced the day on a regular basis, in the long run.

He stepped inside, giving the room another brief look before shrugging. So long as she wasn't selling them, they were really more like wall decorations. Really, really unsettling wall decorations.

//Yer work here, then?//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"For Mr. Dayspring, yeah. He's really nice," She added. "He knows Professor Xavier."

[furnaceface]

//Well, I suppose anybody who is alright in Xavier's books...//

No, seriously. The guns were kind of weirding him out.

//It's not a bad job, then? More meditation than anything else, I'd imagine.// Or, at least, he hoped? The prospect of Jean bearing arms was kind of terrifying, actually.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Oh! We don't sell anything. I think he's doing that 'collecting them so people can't use them' thing."

[furnaceface]

... Okay, that made sense, to a certain sort of degree.

//Won't the weapons manufacturers who made these just... make more, though?//

This place was going to fill up quick, Jono supposed.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"...Um." Sure, ask her like she knew these things. "I'm sure you could ask him?"

[furnaceface]

//I suppose I could,// Jono agreed, casting another look around the room before shrugging his shoulders and deciding to scratch the topic completely. //I imagine the meditation makes up for it, anyhow.//

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Jean," Nathan called, his feet heavy on the steps of the stairs. "Good morning."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Mr Dayspring!" Oh, thank god she was nowhere near the wedding this past weekend.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"How was your week?" Not weekend. Expressively not weekend.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"It was---interesting," Jean ventured, fiddling with a pen. "Can I ask a question about." Gesturing to her head seemed to be the signal for 'vast psychokinetic powers'

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nathan made a vaguely amused noise, but answered, earnestly, "Of course."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"If someone were to get into a fight with someone else when they're like us--would anyone else get hurt in it?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Depends on the battlefield," he said, glancing at her. "If it's in the mind... it stays between the two combatants."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Mental bitchfight it was then.

"Okay, thank you!"

[longislandiceme]

Bobby... wasn't entirely sure about this. But it had been over a week and he still didn't have a handle on the change in his powers, so here he was, poking his head in the door tentatively.

"Um. Hey?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Bobby!" Why yes, that would be Jean rushing on over.

[longislandiceme]

"That's my name, don't wear it out," he said, giving Jean a bit of a grin.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"You came."

[longislandiceme]

"Well," he shrugged, trying to sound casual. "You asked me to, didn't you?" There were a handful of people Bobby would follow to the ends of the Earth (or maybe even beyond, once he gets to a point in canon where space travel is possible) if they asked him. Jean- either Jean- was one of those people.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad," She replied, reaching to give his arm a comforting squeeze. "Come on, the meditation room is in the back."

[longislandiceme]

"Right," Bobby nodded. Just cause he'd do what she asked didn't mean he knew why it'd help, though. His attempts at meditation more often than not led to falling asleep. "More meditation, then?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Until you feel comfortable with trying out your powers," Jean said, heading back to the meditation room.