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Oh stars he used to be a Sex Ed teacher. Of course he was. She was hoping for something a bit more… less awkward than that. Then she could ask about what classes were like, the layout, and the type of stuff that was taught. There was no way she’d ask for a crash course in that kind of a class, though. She made the wise decision to not comment on his previous occupation, lest he choose to try giving her a lesson. Instead, she listened to him speak and answer her questions. So he was the one that dropped off the letter to the academy at the front door. Who knocked and ran off after, and who Bonny assumed was some sort of a delinquent trying to mess with them before she saw the letter left behind. Why he hadn’t stuck around to say hello and introduce himself was beyond her. Her Grandma would’ve been happy to make some extra soup for him.

The answer to her final question made her fall silent for a moment. A device that probed into people's minds to detect their mutations and things about them. And people had probed into her mind, learned about her, and sat at a big table to discuss the details of her powers and life. Remy did add on that it was for her benefit and to help her integrate (which she was grateful for), but it still felt … strange to know that her mind had been invaded. She bit her lip as she thought of what to say and breathed slowly through her nose to coordinate her thoughts. In the end, what was done was done. They used the information to help create a good environment for her, and only the staff knew. Nothing could be done. She looked back to Remy once she composed herself from the news. “Alright, so the staff sat at a big table and discussed my entire life to a detail. Cool. I can live with this.” She had no choice but to live with this, but at least they’d cater to her powers and education. Hopefully including a lack of a roommate, or at least one that wasn’t easily freaked out by the room turning into cake at 3 in the morning or some other strange oddity.

She shifted around in her seat to look down out the window again. She was rather tired, and holding conversation was exhausting on top of that. They were rather high up, and the hum of the planes machinery was a soothing noise to listen to. After half a minute or so she found herself dozing off on the window, but luckily caught herself before she slipped into dreamland. No need to pass out and cause a potential problem of toys running around, or the slight possibility of worse. She rubbed her forehead, trying to focus her sleep clouded brain on the present. “Hey, Remy? Is there any coffee or something? Anything with a lot of caffeine or sugar will do. Like, a /lot/”. She had some coffee earlier on in the day, along with a nap beforehand, but it felt like her body was hitting a bit of a wall again. The wall of sleep in which she battled often.

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There was a small jolt when the plane began to move straight up, and Bonny looked out the window to see the ground grow farther and farther away. It was a little nerve wracking, seeing the ground move away so quickly, but luckily they started to fly forward after they had gotten some altitude. She continued to look out the window for a little bit, watching the now tiny people and cars drive and walk around, before her escort grabbed her attention again. Remy. His name was Remy. “Nice to know your name, Remy. I’m Bonny, as I’ve… already said and you already knew”. She furrowed her brow for a second in thought before speaking again. “You used to teach there though, right? What’s it like? What did you used to teach? And do you just pick up random students that are found that you have no idea what they do and escort them now for a living, or is this like a side job or something?” He seemed like a drama teacher to her, with how… dramatic he was, but that wasn’t the most pressing question she had posed. There was silence for only a second as she added one last question to the pile; one that she thought she should know the answer to, “Do … do the people there know what my powers are?”. The last question held a tone of nervousness to it- she would prefer to keep that information to herself for as long as she safely could. In case people got … uncomfortable around her.

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I wrote a post and almost posted, but then remembered the two post buffer x.x

it's been eerily quiet ;-;

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It looked to her like her things were all packed and ready to go, and that was only confirmed by her escort. She gave a small nod as thanks for taking all her bags, but then rose a brow at what he said next. The flight left… now? Was it possible for them to even /get/ to the airport fast enough to catch the flight if that was the case? The closest one wasn’t exactly walking distance, and they’d have to go through customs to even get to the plane. “I hope you’re exaggerating on the ‘taking flight right now’ part of that statement” she said. “No way we’d make it on time.” She stepped outside as somewhat instructed, though, and suddenly things made a lot more sense. There was a plane. There was a plane parked on the street. A small plane, sure, but there was a plane parked on the STREET. He… there was a /plane/ parked on the road.

Words couldn’t begin to describe how shocked Bonny looked. She was expecting… well, a normal flight in an average plane that takes off from an airport. Or some variation of that. She was surprised no one had raised a ruckus over a plane parked on the street, first off. She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, then closed it again, then spoke when she actually had words to say. “I… you parked a plane. On the road. Just… there. I … don’t know how I’m supposed to react to this”. She felt shocked from just seeing a small plane parked on the road, flattered that she was getting such a personal escort, and kind of excited that she was going to fly in a cool two person plane. Even if her escort was a little on the… show offy side.

She approached the plane, walking around it once to look it over in mild awe. It was her first time seeing a two person plane up close, and she found herself looking far more interested than she thought she should be. She wasn’t a mechanic, but it just looked really cool. It was a plane in the middle of the street; there was no reason /not/ to check it out before boarding. Her fascination was luckily quelled pretty quickly, though why she was sent such a frivolous escort was beyond her. Judging from his ‘sleep during the flight’ comment, they weren’t too aware of her powers, so that wouldn't be it. After she was done inspecting the exterior of the plane and satisfying her curiosity, she opened the door and clambered inside.

The interior was spacier than she expected it to be, and she stood to look around for a second before taking a seat in one of the passenger seats. She didn’t see her luggage, but her carry on bag was within arms reach- she scooped it up, rummaging inside to make sure everything was there. Games, puzzles, books, check. She was ready. She allowed herself to look out the window to see her house- er, her old home now- one last time before focusing back on the toys in front of her. Maybe asking her escort some questions would come to pass the time. He said he used to be a teacher there- maybe he’d know what the place was like? Those questions were best to be asked once they were in the air, though. After they were flying safely. Oh, and his name. She should really ask his name.

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I caught a bad sickness the past few days; I'm somewhat better now, so I should be able to be on top of things, but if it spikes back up this is a little warning for potential inactivity from it x.x;;

@pyroman Bychance, is your post finished as of yet? Also just to clarify, would the plane be in driving or walking distance from the house? I imagine that parking a two person plane on someones driveway would be a little odd, unless you had something in mind on the matter? >w>;;

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Oh jeez these all sound painful X( This one didn't happen to me, and the site it was on closed down long ago and the rp was deleted, but it irritates me to even talk about.

My friend started an rp on this site with very little... rp moderation. The admins didn't moderate the stories/rp section much at all, you couldn't edit posts, and in retrospect it was kind of a scrapped together type of thing. No split OOC and IC tabs, you get the deal. They made the rp, with a decent plot from what I remember, and set it up. Some people applied, and while my friend, the creator of the rp, was asleep, these people just started posting. They didn't wait to be accepted. My friend woke up to see that the rp they planned to be low casual (like, a paragraph or 2?) turn into like 180 posts of quick one liners. It was ridiculous. My friend tried talking to the people and saying they hadn't been accepted and weren't posting up to standard, and I tried to support them, but the people just kept posting and ignoring my friend. I don't remember clearly but they may have lashed back a bit? In a sense of 'Oh we joined and we've been rping for a while so we'll keep doing it stop being mean!' or something. My friend contacted the mods to delete the rp in the end, which sucks, and that happening to me is one of my biggest fears in the rping universe x.x

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After setting out the cookies for their temporary guest, she had went to help her grandmother finish up with the cookie overload she had baked. She still wondered if airport security would even allow this many cookies to pass through, much less if they’d stay in one piece after a flight. She heard the repeat of his earlier question as she finished packing the last of the cooled cookies into the sealed container, and her attention went back to the escort the second she shut the lid to the tupperware. “Oh, yeah. Thanks. The big bag there” she pointed to the big bag set at the entrance to the kitchen, “is most of my stuff, and I just have a carry on purse at the door”. It was a cute little purse with a few logic puzzle books, physical wood puzzles, and a small, handheld video game console in it. With very, /very/ not scary video games, lest she have nightmares over it. Just some simple stuff to pass the time on a flight so she didn’t pass out and cause a potential ruckus on accident. She spoke up again when she realized she was forgetting the most important thing to pack. “Oh, and these cookies. We need to somehow smuggle them through the airport if they try to stop us”. She picked up the now sealed container of cookies upon cookies upon too many cookies and put it on the table. “Thanks again, man”. She should at least try to get his name at some point, she thought. Or just call him escort dude the entire duration of the trip. If the latter irritated him, she’d enjoy sticking with it.

The pressing issue of luggages taken care of, she went to tackle the more emotionally draining one; saying goodbye. She had hoped to prepare a little goodbye spheal mentally, on how she’d miss her a lot and come back one day as a proud mutant with control of her powers and could help her bake cookies again and do everything a normal teen was supposed to do. But alas, she had nothing. No emotionally touching planned farewell speech to the person she loved the most. Her grandmother took the moment of silence to speak instead, probably knowing that Bonny had no idea as of how to say goodbye. “I’m proud of you, sweetie. You’re going to make so many new friends and learn so many new things.”

She smiled a smile that Bonny couldn’t help but return. The thoughts of friends and a new school she could feel safer in helped to ease the sting, though only a little. “Yeah, I’ll try my best.” she paused for a second, the twitch of a smile fading from her face. “I’m… gonna miss you, grandma”. Her grandmother didn’t allow the smile to wane from her face, and instead pulled her grandchild into a hug. “Oh sweetie, come here. I’m going to miss you too. But you’ll have so much fun at the Institute, and meet new people and have adventures and control your powers far better. You can call me whenever you’d like, okay?”. Bonny gave a shaky nod in response, returning the bug before resting her head on her grandmothers shoulder and starting to cry. She tried to be strong, she really did. She was trying to think of all the good; controlling her powers, making new friends, but all she could think about was not being able to see her grandmother for a long time. She tightened her hug a little bit, tears now running down her face. The reality of the situation was hitting her full force. She wouldn’t be able to give her a hug again for a long time, or wake up to eggs and toast and spend a morning chatting before going to school. She wouldn’t be able to say goodnight, or spent the whole Saturday baking cookies for the many old friends her grandmother had. She didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want to leave her grandmother. She didn’t want to go away from home.

Her grandmother pat her back a few times and let go of her, encouraging Bonny to do the same. Her expression shifted to concern when she saw Bonny crying, and she quickly went and grabbed a tissue from the counter before dabbing her eyes. “No no sweetie, please don’t cry. I’m not going to be gone forever. You can come see me whenever you can and you can phone me whenever you’d like”. She smiled, allowing Bonny to settle her crying down. “I’ll… I’ll call right when I get there, okay?” she said, sniffling and wiping the rest of her tears away on her sleeve. Her grandmother nodded before grabbing some more tissues and handing them to Bonny. With a word of thanks, she wiped down her tears and runny nose the best she could, tossed the tissues in the garbage, and gave her grandmother one final, quick hug and kiss to the cheek. “Bye bye, Grandma” She said, trying hard not to break back into tears again. Her grandma returned the kiss on the cheek before giving her a pat on the head. “Goodbye, sweetie. Take care, okay?” Bonny nodded, offering one last, shaky smile and taking a deep breath. She’d best leave as soon as possible, or else she wouldn’t want to go at all and most likely start crying again. She wondered if the escort had finished with the bags and whatnot as she said farewell. Hopefully so.

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A knock at the door sounded as Bonny packed the last of the cooled cookies into the container. What excellent timing. “I’ll get it” she said, trying to snatch a treat from the still warm cookies as she left. It seemed that this time, she was able to outfox the master of cookies and steal one under the watchful eye of her grandmother. That, or she just let her get away with it. Either way, she was nibbling on her superb baking treat as she made her way down the hall and over to the front door. She was pretty sure it was her escort, but it could have coincidentally been a door to door salesman or something. Ah well, she could just tell said potential door to door salesman to scuttle off if it came to something like that.

She opened the door to find a man that held such an air of confidence that she was half tempted to just close the door on his face. Fortunately, she waited at the door and listened to what he said- he was the escort sent to bring her to the institute. She stared at him for a second with what could be taken as a passive glare, gears turning in her sleep deprived brain to pop out some sort of an answer. Heavens that look on his face was bugging her, though. After a few seconds of quiet after the fanciful introduction, she chose to make her own; and luckily, it had nothing to do with his face.

“Sup, I’m Bonny. You want a cookie first?”. She mentally gave herself a pat on the back. Nailed it.

She gestured for him to enter the house, not quite waiting for a response. She did need to grab her bag and finish packing the cookies. And who in their right mind would refuse biscuits? She headed back inside without checking if he was following, finishing off her cookie and going back into the cookie chaos she had escaped from for only a brief moment. “Grandma, the escorts here. When these cookies are done, I’m gonna head out.” She tried to sound as nonchalant as usual, but it was fairly obvious that she was at least a little bit sad. The odds of heading back up north just to see her grandmother, at least for a while, were slim. She’d miss her.

Bonny banished the thought, shoving it into the corner of her mind as she grabbed a small plate from the cabinet. Best to be hospitable to the person who had to wait. She snagged the spatula for removing cookies, picking up three and sliding them onto the plate. Three should do. And a secret fourth she’d snag for herself when the time was just right and no one was looking. A plate of cookies primed for the guest, she went into the dining room. By dining room, she meant the simple little table in an open space beside the kitchen that they ate at. The kitchen was quite literally only a few steps from the table, so it took her no time at all to reach it and place the plate at the head of the table. Perfect. A dessert fit for a king.

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That.. intro post came out a bit long x.x

@Silver Carrot That's nice of you to say :D I'm sure her and Prodigy can meet once the groups return from their various missions ^w^

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Today was potentially the worst day for Bonny to misplace her plush fox.

She had everything else gathered and packed, from necessities such as clothes and toiletries to even more important necessities such as coffee and… more coffee. Her bag was packed with at least a few containers of instant coffee, along with a few changes of clothes (at the insistence of her grandmother; there was no way that she would allow her grandchild to bring only one change of clothes and PJ’s to the institute), toiletries, a handful of plushies and child's toys, and her asthma puffer. Just in case. Oh, and a hairbrush. The utter bane of her knotted haired existence.

But something more important had replaced her spiteful thoughts toward the brush- her precious fox was nowhere to be seen. She had the pegasus, lizard, bear, and even had the little plastic butterfly toy she kept in the corner of the room. All toys she loved since she was a kid, and all ones that she had fond dreams of. She had more, of course; a whole closetful of friends that would come to life inside her dreams and out. But alas, there was only so many toys she could fit in the bag. The rest would have to hold down the fort and defend the home from evil dust bunnies while her favorite, most valiant companions joined her to give her pleasant, non traumatizing dreams on the occasion she chose to sleep. She’d need them, seeing she was going somewhere knew.

But she couldn’t find that silly little /fox/

She flipped over bedsheets, went through drawers, and rummaged through her closet past a dozen times, but the sly little fox was nowhere to be found. It had to be hiding from her or something; after she deduced that she would need assistance tracking this bugger down, she poked open her bedroom door and called down the hallway of the single story house. “Grandma?! Did you see my fox? Small one, really annoying grin, probably hiding like an annoying little jerk?”. There was a few seconds of silence before she got a response. “Didn’t you leave it out back when you were playing earlier?” the voice responded, causing Bonny to run through the events of the last day in her head. It was hard running on very little sleep, but she managed to vaguely remember sort of playing with the fox out in the front. She was pretty sure someone looked at her weird for playing with a plush toy at 16, so she moved to play in the backyard instead. The memory in her head, she left her room to check out back.

She slid open the sliding door to the back, scanning the backyard. It was far from fancy- just a small lot of grass, a shed, and some chairs with a table for eating lunch outside. The previously mentioned fox culprit was rested on the tabletop, and she headed outside and snatched it from it’s spot. “There you are, you dork” she muttered, scooping the plush back up in her arms. The fox was always rather mischievous, and always ended up in weird places the next morning. With her pressing matter of the fox ending, she headed back inside to her room and put the fox in her bag, zipping it up and hoisting it off her bed. She stopped for a second, looking at the mess of a state her bed had been put in before sighing and plopping her bag back down. She did tear her room apart searching for this fox; may as well put it back together.

After a painfully long (okay, not that long) tidying up of her room, she grabbed her bag again and left. She ran through a mental list of all the stuff she had in her bag, making sure that she didn’t miss anything. Plushies, clothes, cookies… wait, cookies? Her thought train skidded to a halt when the smell of cookies hit her nose, and she headed into the kitchen to find her grandmother making… lots of cookies. There were a few trays of them on the counter cooling off, and more in the oven. “Uh, Grandma?” she asked, putting her bag down at the entrance to the kitchen. “Are you okay? There isn’t a shortage of cookies in the universe, you know. You can calm down.”

Her grandmother looked over her shoulder for a second before focusing back on the baking that Bonny could dub some form of a cookiepocalypse. “Very funny, dear. These are for your classmates and teachers. Be sure to share, and not eat them all yourself.” Bonny cocked a brow at this news. “Grandma, I don’t think there’s enough people in the city to eat this many cookies”. It was an exaggeration; there were a few dozen cookies finished and cooled, and one last tray that would be cool in only a moment. The only work left was cleaning. And, of course, the challenging trial of Bonny trying to sneak a cookie. She made her way over to the treats, reaching to snatch one before her hand was swatted away by her grandmother. “No snacking on the cookies, Bonny. C’mon, help your grandmother pack the ones that have cooled”. Bonny frowned in defeat, pulling out the Tupperware from the drawer. “Fine, fine. Can’t blame a girl for trying.”