Wellspring Arms, Saturday

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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.

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"...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.//

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Yes! Just back here," She said, leading him toward the meditation room.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

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

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

[furnaceface]

And Jono followed, noting with some small sense of relief that the meditation room seemed, at least, to be at least a touch more relaxing than the last room they'd been in.

//And... it helps? Really?//

[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]

"Well, we won't know if we don't try. I know it helps me, at least."

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"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.

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"You came."

[furnaceface]

//Well, that's better than nothing,// Jonothon decided, stuffing his hands into his pockets. //How does it work, then?//

There didn't really seem to be an instruction manual or a convenient 'meditate' button that he could press, here.

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"Well, normally, Mr. Dayspring takes me through some exercises, but I'm more used to this kind of thing. So, we'll start on the basics," Jean replied far too cheerfully. "Have a seat."

[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.

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

[furnaceface]

'Have a seat,' she tells him. Have a seat.

It probably went without saying that Jono attempted to look around for a chair before sighing and depositing his arse on the floor, didn't it? Of course it wasn't going to be that easy.

//Right, then. Sitting. I've got my doubts about my ability to do that pretzel thing with my legs, though, gel.//

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Jean stuck her tongue out him like the mature team leader she was. "Whatever is comfortable."

Normally, they would work on his breathing, but... Yeah.

"I want you to focus on yourself. Tense up and then relax your muscles, starting with your toes and working up."

[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?"