does not anymore work

[campanas]

Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:

an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.

with Prime (Aestrix)

with Edie and Emily (Maggie)

with Gloria (Maggie)

with Gren (Rockeye)

Comments

[whatamithinking]

"Most of the mutant stuff is public," Edie explains out loud to Pen. "But there are things we still usually keep secret. A lot of mutants have physiological changes, like Warren's wings that Emily told you about, or Ororo's white hair and the Professor's sister's blue skin. I don't know if you're familiar with the phenomenon if you've only been in your own world most of your life...anyway. Emily and I are actually sisters. Our parents are...technically hermaphrodites, I guess? Medically, anyway--they look like men to any external examination, and neither would identify as anything else, but. Normally we don't admit to people who aren't part of the school that we're sisters, and it gets...wearing."

[campanas]

"Okay. Secret," nods Pen. "You each pick a daddy for keeping not secret?"

[iamnotpolaris]

sigh "Yeah. Well, sort of. We didn't pick anything ourselves. Our dads both have this mutation. We ended up each going with the one who carried us."

[campanas]

"Glass and her wives have three little princesses but they just all have three moms. But is not a secret. Is a very very magic world."

[whatamithinking]

"Lucky."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Oh, hey, the doors are opening."

[whatamithinking]

"Let's grab a stool. The chairs here all have backs."

[campanas]

"Thank you."

[iamnotpolaris]

Emily goes to fetch a stool.
"Is it going to be a problem that this is taller than the seats of the chairs?" she asks.

[campanas]

"Am short," Pen points out.

[iamnotpolaris]

"True. Alright, I'll just leave this at the table and we can get food. D'you want me to carry your tray?" she asked, floating three metal trays up from the stack.

[campanas]

"I can."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Well, yes, but I don't have to use up hands to do it. But sure," she floats one of the trays to right in front of Pen.

[whatamithinking]

"Plenty of people would rather have things under their own control than not have to carry them, Emily."

[campanas]

Pen holds her tray. She imitates other people in collecting food on it.

[whatamithinking]

Food is collected!
It turns out the sisters typically sit with a group of other students. These are fairly curious about Pen. How much Pen wants to tell them is up to her.

[campanas]

"Hi!" says Pen. "Am lost angel visiting."

[whatamithinking]

That is not exactly a helpful answer to most of these people. Edie can send a basic summary while explaining some of the details aloud so that Pen understands what she's communicating to her friends.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Her friends will be fairly impressed.
Jean noticed the conspicuous flatness to Pen's mind that her wished mental defenses are producing, and comments on this; this brings up the topic of her safeties.
Various people start discussing whether she would be impervious to Scott's eyebeams. The general consensus seems to be, "quite possibly, but we should never ever in a million years test it."

[campanas]

"Eye beams?" asks Pen quizzically.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Scott taps the visor he's wearing. "If I don't have this on, my eyes shoot uncontrollable plasma beams that punch through most materials."

[campanas]

"Oh. Dunno, but am nuke proof."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

There is staring.
"...Did you test that?" someone asks incredulously.

[campanas]

"No? But Shell Bell got nuke one time and then everybody make better wards and have better kind."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Wow."
"Poor Shell Bell."
"Who is Shell Bell, and why were they getting nuked?"