Summary:The second session of therapy for Jane. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It has been a few weeks since the first session Emma had had with Jane, and she had sheduled a new meeting. To which Jane Roe did appear in her pretty much standard clothes of jeans and T-shirt, dropping her massanger bag to the side of the armchair she settled in after a short greeting. "So, here we go again, Miss Frost."
Emma is waiting in her suite when Roe arrives, and today she's dressed as she often is in form fitting, white clothing: tight pants, knee-high buckle laden boots, a corset, and a bolero. She invites the girl in and leads her over to another sitting area near a fireplace in the room, taking a seat in a large wingbacked chair, and gesturing for Roe to take a seat on a near by couch, "Indeed. I thought perhaps we might try something a little different this time. Something a little more…standard. It occurred to me, after seeing some of what's in your head, and what you've said to me, that you relate to the world in a very specific sort of way. So perhaps these little sessions of ours should adhere to what one might see in the media." Emma flashes a smile and folds her hands in her lap, "So to that, feel free to lay down, and get comfortable."
Jane Roe blinks but gets up to settle on the couch, settling onto it as asked. "Sounds like you want to try basic Psychoanalysis. Mr. Freud surely wants to blame my dad, which I don't have. Or my mom, which I have neither. I mean, No recollection or memory at all to them." She chuckles as she leans back, shrugging a little more. "So, what you might mean with media besides that?"
"I think it might be a good place to start. To get to know a little bit more about you. It might help me understand what I see in your mind a tiny bit better. Because frankly, Jane, it's a strange place, your mind." Emma crosses one leg over the other and settles back into her chair, hands folding over her knee, "And yes, clearly we have to get a bit creative, since I don't have your past to rely on. We'll have to rely on the present to give me an idea of just who exactly you are. So tell me something about you. What do you for fun, maybe. Or for work. Or maybe tell me about how often, and for what purpose, you use your powers, maybe. Any slice of life works as a starting point, I think."
Jane Roe says, "A strange place is pretty much a description for any mind, isn't it?" Jane counterd, leaning back. "May I borrow that TV there?" she asked, pointing to it at least asking before taking control of it and starting to use it as a screen for her laptop still sitting in her bag. "Well, I live halfway in a mobile home, and recently got myself a place in a company loft as in-house tech support technican." Jane explained, kind of glossing over that this tech support might be pretty illegal and she was working for a thief. "When I have time for myself, I do the usual stuff. I mean, code something build tech toys, fly drones, play games. Though I also do that in my sleep pretty much. Usually I moify the code even to compress the time in games more, they are boringish slow otherwise.""
Emma arches an eyebrow as she listens, and her head tilts ever so slightly to the side, "You've found yourself a job in which you live part time at your place of business?" She nods, and makes a non-committal sound, "Well that is something. I would imagine you aren't perceived too much differently than most people who work in tech. Smart, and a little socially awkward. That your female is probably something of an anomaly, but it's good to see you branching out a bit. I have to admit to being a little worried about you." The blond takes in a deep breath then and lets it out slowly, "As for the rest, well, it seems you have a very narrow band of interests. Not that that's bad, of course, it just speaks to who you are. You're embracing your gifts, despite the baggage that's come with them." she pauses, "If I might offer a bit of advice? It's perfectly fine to love who you are, and what you can do, just be careful that you don't let things get away from you. Power can be seductive, and believe me when I say I'm speaking from experience."
"Kinda. Personal tech support for the company owner. It pays good, but the working hours are really crazy at tmes. I mean, late at night or weekends… but I get to live in a Manhatten suite. Just need to park my Truck somewhere." Jane explains, reaching down to open her converses before puling the feet onto the sofa, sitting tilted on it. The screen flickers and starts to list a backlog of games, showing the times she needed to explore them in real and converted time. "On the internet, there is no gender really. And you're worried? Why?" she asks, then chuckling as Emma tells her to embrace herself. "Reminds me of that slogan of that terrorist… what was it… Be proud to be a mutant, or something similar, and I am not googling that now."
"Concerned would be a better word that worried. Because I know how hard things can be for people like us when we first come into our abilities. I know the challenges young people face. It wasn't so long ago that I had the pleasure to teach and help guide the development of young mutants. So I can empathize with some of what you must be going through, though a complete lack of past makes you more unique than not." Emma takes in a breath again, and lets it out slowly, "And frankly, my dear, I'm keenly aware of how the world works, and how someone like you could become a target for those who might wish to use your abilities. Despite everything people might say, there really is a right and a wrong. Things usually are black and white. I was concerned because without the right influences around you, it's all to easy to take the, well, easier path."
"Come into their Abilities implies knowing other. I don't." Jane notes, sitting tilted on the sofa, leaning onto one of the armrests. "Hey, the people I work with have no idea of how I do things. That I don't need the Laptop I bring for work they don't know. That I skip corners in some ways, they don't need to know. So, unless they do what you did, how are people supposed to know they could exploit what you call powers?"
"I wasn't making any accusations," Emma says with another flash of a smile, "just offering a little bit of wisdom I've come by in the hardest of ways." the blond shrugs with her hands then, and then replaces them on the armrest of the large leather chair, "Now, I know knowledge that isn't earned isn't nearly as valuable as knowledge that is, but I offer it to you all the same. I just want to make sure you're careful, until you have more than just an employer. Friends. People you can rely on and trust. You'll need those, eventually, and you'll find them sooner or later. Just make sure you choose well, is all I'm saying. It has been a very long climb out of the hole my misspent youth dug for me, and I don't wish that on anyone."
"I know that I don't exactly trust the Batman, nor his recent exploits. Or rather the exploits put into his shoes. He should have been too occupied with hunting some demon guy. By the way, Avangers' Mansion has great conference roms." Jane smiles a little, then chuckles. "Friends might be a little harder. Haven't met the other people in the office yet."
"I have to admit, it is more than a little frustrating not to be able to read your mind, Jane. There seems to be so much more about you than meets the eye, and instead of learning it all in an instant, I'm forced to wait for you offer it out in little drips, or wait until I find the right questions to ask." Emma purses her lips for a second, and then snorts out a small laugh that comes with a shaking of her head, "How do normal people do it, I swear." She sighs, and then continues, "Anyway, it seems you've already had interactions with all sorts of interesting characters, and perhaps my concern was for nothing. The company you keep is as…interesting, shall we say, as you are. Who'd have thought.""
"Well, probably the way you have to pry info from me?" Jane answers with a chuckle, shrugging a little. "Well, depends on what you call company. I just chipped in to compile data and try to explain some stuff those people who can't use google need. Which oddly enough is pretty much the whole groop that showed up but the Batman and the silly blabbermuth of a Spider Man. Did you know that those Bats and Spiders pretty much are clans? Like, I saw two spiders and the Batman sat among a group of equally black dressed…"
"And I'm usually so much better at prying, too." Emma says with a roll of her eyes. She brushes a bit of hair away from her face, and tucks it behind her ear before she looks back to Jane and offers her a rather stoic look, "Batman. Spidermen. Clans. It's been a long time since I've come this close to being in that world again, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. It's like I'm about to be drawn into something I wasn't expecting." She taps her lips with her index finger for a few moments and then continues, "Funny how the world works. I really did just have concern for you at first, but now you have my interests piqued. Who doesn't love a little intrigue, after all. So tell me. Black dressed what?"
"I won't drag you into that world, unless you want to. I mean, you're my therapist of sorts, and I ain't a hero really. I mean, comeon, do I look like a hero?" Jane chuckles, keeping the knees bent as she sits on the sofa, letting an arm dangle down to the floor. "Goths. Like… Gothic chic? But must say more like fetish wear. Catsuits were pretty prelevant on the bat clan side. A woman, probably in the thirties, fourties, red bat iconography, a girl, about my age, another woman, about the same age as the other, orange goggles, cat iconography, and the Batman. Then a Spider-Girl, Silk, the Spider-Man. That's the two clans present besides some freed cultist and a SHIELD agent." The screen shows images. Batwoman, Blackbird, Catwoman, Batman, then the other three appear in their hero masks.
"Forgive me for saying so, but no, you really don't. It's not that you need a costume, exactly, but at the very least," Emma gestures about her self, "you'd need a theme, Darling." the mutant lets out a laugh and rolls her eyes again, "Easy enough to change if you want too, of course. Just find yourself a good tailor. They're a dime a dozen in this town." The blond woman is clearly ammused, but she waves her hand, dismissing that line of thought, and moving on, her attention shifting to the screen, to watch what's being displayed, "This, though. This is interesting. I've been trying to decide what to do with myself, and I have to admit to it getting a little boring. I miss some of my old life. The strange and unpredictability of it. And now, here I am. With you," she looks back to Jane, "And it seems you are, if even tangentially, involved in something that could be something of a fun distraction."
"Punk is a theme. And then again, who needs to see the hacker on scene, aye? Drones are rather nice nowadays. I mean, you've seen what punch the Predator, Gray Eagle, Reaper and Avenger drones pack? Or those tiny quadcopters with a couple stun grenades strapped to the belly?" Jane muses, chuckling as she pulls the technica data of those drones to the screen, just to prove her point. Without even thinking about it really. "Well, if you want to get involved, you might call the Avengers Mansion, they have a file I compiled for them, I can leave you a copy here, though it is pretty much all about magic and some great old one. I mean, sounds like The Case of Charles Dexter Ward." The screen shows up a cover of Weird Tales, a pair of hands poking needles into a figurine, the top right corner prominently telling Lovecraft. Then another, different cover, the full title together with Lovecraft above the Magazine title while under 15-cent mark is some robot haunting humans, a box labeled 'I killed Hitler', and the announcement that this magazine contained 'The Robot God'. "You know, the tale about Yog-shoggoth almost coming to Earth.
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