4/28 Instance: Sexual Encounters of the Prudish Kind

[fourpawsonthefloor]

Timeline March 18th

Anna: Anna bounced into the recroom, twirled and plonked down in one of the squish chairs. She tucked her legs up underneath her and opened her book. Books were good.

Mayhem: Mayhem was sprawled in a beanbag, sketching idly, a crumby plate next to him from the sandwich. He looked up as Anna's strangely bright scent wafted in moments before she did and gave her a small smile before concentrating back on the sketch, listening to music on his mp3. Wasn't in the mood to talk to people. Not today.

Monet: Monet walked into the rec room, wanting to see if there was anything interesting on television now that she had finished her homework and read most of the interesting books she had found in the library. She paused when she caught the signatures of the two in the room, rolled her eyes and went in anyway, ignoring them as she moved for the remote and the couch.

Anna: Anna yawned and looked up as the door opened, "Hey Momo..." she mumbled shifting in her seat and turning her page.

Monet: She cut her eyes to Anna but chose to ignore her. That was not her name, therefore she would not answer.

Mayhem: Mayhem looked up at Monet's scent, curling a little more into his beanbag as he concentrated on his picture. Hopefully people would get the idea he was trying to be as antisocial as possible without actually hiding in his room - there wasn't anywhere to smoke in there and no easy access to the kitchen. Must have some news by now. The hell is he testing for anyway?

Monet: Monet turned on the television as she got comfortable on the couch, crossing one leg over the other as she started to channel surf.

Anna: Anna frowned, tv meant she wouldn't be able to concentrate on her book now. She put her bookmark in to keep her place and got up to move seats since she figured if she was going to be distracted by tv she may as well watch it.

Anna: She plonked down next to Monet, "Whatcha watchin'?"

Mayhem: Mayhem glanced up as the TV's sound broke through his music, but just turned it up louder and flipped to a clean page. Good thing Monet hadn't come near him since that...whatever it was on Myspace. He could only picture her reaction if he had to warn her. He chewed the inside of his cheek. After the whole Ronnie thing and feeling on edge because of the tests...

Mayhem: You're just working yourself up, idiot. He started sketching again. It's nothing. Just wants to make doubly sure is all. Stop borrowing trouble.

Monet: Monet's eyes narrowed and she stood up to move to a chair away from Anna. "I do not know yet. Be quiet."

Anna: Anna raised her eyebrows, "Wow... someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning...." She mumbled, "Was only trying to be friendly..."

Monet: "No. You were being annoying. And this is how I am every day."

Mayhem: Mayhem muttered to himself and burrowed a little further, tail tapping in time to the music as the scents made his nose twitch. Maybe he should just bugger off back to his room. Or go heckle Dr McCoy. Or maybe irritate Bobby until he let slip who the weed dealer was.

Anna: "Well pardon me for breathing..." Anna rolled her eyes, "You'll never make any friends that way you know."

Monet: "Good. That's just how I like my life."

Anna: Anna fake-yawned, "Boooooring...." she got up again and picked up a cushion, throwing it at Mayhem to get his attention, "Hey, May - tell her she's boring!"

Monet: "I do not care what you think. And leave him alone."

Mayhem: Mayhem's head jerked up with a growl as he batted the cushion away, pulling out a earpiece. "The hell was that for?" He looked down to see a heavy pencil mark going across his sketch from where he'd reacted. "Oh great...that ain't gonna come out." He sighed, fishing for a rubber and trying his best anyway, tail thwapping against a bare foot irritably.

Anna: "Oh sorry, didn't realise you were drawing...." Anna chewed her lip, "But since you're listening now... tell Mo she's boring. She doesn't want any friends."

Monet: "Who is Mo?"

Anna: Anna waved a hand at Mo, "You are, silly!" she told her as though it was obvious.

Mayhem: Mayhem muttered as he put the rubber down. "If she isn't listening to you, she won't listen to me, and it's not any of my concern I'm sure." He didn't look up as he picked up his pencil again and plugged himself back in. Want. To. Go. Home.

Anna: Anna raised her eyebrows again, "Wow, what's wrong with everyone lately. Get hit with the emo stick?" She went back to the sofa and sat down with a sigh, "Booooooring...."

Monet: "I would rather be boring than annoying to the point of insanity. And no. It is none of his concern, however he thought I was plenty entertaining a few weeks ago."

Mayhem: Mayhem was trying to think of other things, knowing that Monet could pick out his thoughts - something which was making him increasingly paranoid and made him feel like he was being stared at - and tried to redo a sketch of a chessboard. He couldn't hear the TV or the two girls, and soon his tail was back to tapping in time to the music.

Anna: Anna's eyes widened, and she blushed slightly at the unwanted mental images, "Er.... what? I'm sure you don't mean what I'm thinking... right?"

Monet: Monet arched an eyebrow and prodded into Anna's mind to see exactly what she was thinking. "Yes. To an extent."

Anna: Anna's blush deepened and she looked down pulling at the sleeve of her top, "Oh... okay... er... good for you?"

Monet: "However, it was more like this," she projected the image to her of them fooling around.

Anna: "Argh!" Anna closed her eyes and curled up in her seat, "Nonononono! Stoppit!! Evil!!" Do not want!!

Mayhem: Mayhem looked up at the flailing, frowning and pulling an earphone out. "The hell you do to her, Monet?"

Monet: "To her? Nothing. I didn't touch her."

Anna: "Burning mental images!!" Anna complained.

Mayhem: Mayhem couldn't help the dirty little smirk. "You don't hafta touch anyone to affect them." He glanced at Anna, then dropped his head as he blushed realising what the girl had done. "You're evil." He couldn't help the laugh, just about managing to not think of why he was celebate right now. Doctor Doctor, gimme a clue I gotta, bad case of lovin' you... Oh gods. Bad timing for that song to come on his mp3.

Monet: "No. I'm actually not. I just enjoy the reactions." She arched an eyebrow at the thought train coming from Mayhem, "Why?"

Mayhem: Oh shit. "No reason." Mayhem replied, fidgeting with his pen before skipping the song. "Outta my head, kay thanks." He gave Monet an uneasy half-smile.

Monet: "Calm down and your thoughts won't project to me. Or learn how to shield."

Anna: "Evil, evil person...." Anna muttered to herself, "Evil..."

Mayhem: "Shield?" Calm down? He was calm. Just paranoid as all hell that there was something serious going on. Which there wasn't. It'd come back clean. Of course it would. Mayhem never had drama in his life.

Monet: "Yes. Shield."

Mayhem: Mayhem chewed his pencil. Might just look into that. He looked down at his sketchpad, sighing. "Anyone hungry or anythin'?" He scooped up the plate, putting his mp3 in his pocket and standing, stretching slightly.

Anna: "I'm never eating anything made in that kitchen again...." She curled tighter in her seat and pulled some cushions over her to hide under.

Monet: "Why?" She tilted her head then remembered that she had showed off their fun and a wicked smirk grew on her face, "Oh, yes."

Mayhem: Mayhem blinked, then blushed again, smiling and shaking his head. "At least we weren't on the couch." He pointed out as he passed her. "Though I did sleep on it afterwards."

Anna: Anna gave a yelp and leapt of the couch, "I hate you right now!"

Sabes: "You and the rest of the world." Mayhem muttered as he made his way into the kitchen. Either hate me or think I'm a mug. He filled the kettle and leant against the counter as he waited for it to boil.

Monet: She snickered a bit at Mayhem and Anna. "Yes. Join the club, darling," she commented to Anna after hearing what Mayhem had mumbled. "Neither of us are very well liked it would seem."

Anna: "Give me a day or two and I'll like Mayhem again... you I'm not so sure about since I will never be able to get those pictures out of my head!" She squeezed her eyes shut, "Why did you do that? It's a horrible thing to do to someone!"

Sabes: "I dunno, liked it when she did it to me." Came the thick Devon accent from the kitchen. Mayhem grinned to himself, knowing what pictures that would put in the girl's head. "Useful talent, that."

Anna: Anna whimpered, "Didn't need to know that either, thank you!"

Monet: "You didn't realize he enjoyed himself from the images?" She grinned, glad the girl wouldn't like her.

Anna: "I was trying to ignore it!" Anna snapped, "I don't like thinking about that kind of thing. I don't like thinking that people do that kind of thing and I certainly don't like being made to watch it!"

Sabes: "Yeesh." Mayhem blinked at the sound of the outburst as he made himself a cuppa. Well, he could get that, sorta, but...wow, how old was the girl again? He shook his head, leaning against the counter and staring out of the window, not quite ready to go back and face Monet again. How far did her range extend? Was it safe to think out here?

Monet: Monet blinked at Anna, "And you are how old? There is no getting around the fact that people have sexual encounters. You are old enough to know and understand it. You cannot feign ignorance."

Anna: "I can too! I'm Catholic! Leave me to my delusions!!" She picked up her book again. Which, on closer inspection by an interested party, would be revealed to be titled 'Harry Potter'.

Anna: "I don't appreciate seeing people I know like that either. And I'm pretty sure Mayhem would rather I hadn't see it too - invasion of privacy and all that."

Sabes: Mayhem blushed, still listening in. Anna had a point too. Only. It didn't bother him. At all. He frowned, then shrugged it off.

Monet: "No. You cannot. Ignorance is a lack of knowledge or a willful lack of desire to improve the knowledge you have. So you, madamoiselle, are just being stupid. On purpose."

Anna: "I'm not being stupid!" Anna bristled, "I just don't have the slightest interest in seeing two of my peers having sex inside my head!! I don't think that's too unusual, do you?" she glared at Monet.

Monet: "No. What is unusual is the fact that you don't want to even think about the fact that it happens. That is where you being idiotic comes in, you see. Because you cannot pretend not to know that it happens between people. How else would you be here?"

Sabes: Mayhem rolled his eyes at that point and came back in with his tea. "Monet, not everyone likes porn. Not everyone likes the idea of sex. You like it, I liked it, she's as entitled to her opinions as you and me. Leave the poor girl alone." Without waiting for a comeback, he plugged himself into his music and curled back up on his beanbag. Sucksucksucksuck. Want sex.

Anna: Yet another mental image she could have done without. Anna cringed, Ewwwww parentsex.... she wrinkled her nose. She was going to be stuck on that one for a while now. Dammit! "I'm not pretending it doesn't happen or even believeing it doesn't happen I just don't want to think about it. I'm not interested."

Monet: "Maybe if she acted like she accepted that it happened even if she didn't want any part in it, I would not have to think her an imbecile. But she acts like she doesn't even want to think that it happens. It is a fact of life and one that is an unavoidable fact." She tilted her head at Mayhem, "What? Not have a good enough time in the Big Easy to satisfy you for a week and a half?"

Anna: Anna rolled her eyes, "I don't want to get into a debate about this but it's a religion thing. So can we leave it at that. Just assume I'm a prude. Everyone else does." She folded her arms, "Not like I give a crap anyway..." Only person I had any interest in isn't interesing anymore anyway.... she sighed.

Sabes: "Still. Leave her alone. There's some things I don't particularly like thinking about. And it's religious! There you go." He bit his lip at her next question, flushing a red that had nothing to do with being embarressed about sex. "Less said about that the better, alright?" He muttered. "I don't want to talk about it."

Monet: "Your religion wants you to believe it doesn't happen at all? No wonder my family isn't Catholic. That's just insane." She shook her head a bit. "Although you are prude. On top of the rest." Monet grinned over at Mayhem, "Oh no?" She sent him an image of the two of them. "Then we won't talk."

Anna: Anna scowled, "No it doesn't work that way. What the religion dictates is that you should wait til you're married and then you can have sex. And I'm not a prude. I'm just not a slut." And bang goes the filter... oh well.....

Sabes: Mayhem curled up tighter. "Piss off, Monet." He muttered miserably. "I'm not in the mood." Please...just this once, leave me alone.

Monet: "You are a prude if you don't even want to think it happens. Have you ever even been horny? I mean, good grief, woman, really how old are you?" She arched an eyebrow at Mayhem, "Oh? You certainly seemed to be a few moments ago."

Anna: "I'm twenty one and to my knowledge no I've never been horny - not that it's any of your business." She rolled her eyes, "And I still don't see what's so wrong with not thinking about it."

Sabes: Mayhem just stayed silent, pulling his sketchbook towards him. Usually got people to leave him alone if he didn't want to be hassled. Maybe he could just plug in his music again - except that was rude. Just leave me alone. Please.

Monet: "Come out from under your rock and go buy a vibrator." She tossed the remote on the couch next to Anna and stood up, making a deliberate pass next to Mayhem on her way out. "You never get left alone here. I thought you would realize that by now."

Anna: Anna blinked at Monet, "I like my rock, it's cosy." She stated, "It has lichens and moss." She clung to the way out of the conversation. She really didn't like talking about all that stuff and she was seriously beginning to wish she could heal herself. Those images surely counted as mental trauma.

Sabes: Mayhem just shook his head and concentrated on his sketchbook, giving up and going for the headphones and blasting himself with Breaking Benjamin. Nothing to worry about. Wonder if McCoy would mind if I camped in the medlab? Nothing's wrong...

Monet: "Stop having a panic attack, chat. You are giving me a headache," she called over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.

Sabes: "Fuck you." Came the almost whispered reply.

Anna: Anna watched Monet leave with some relief. She turned the tv off and sat down with her book again - avoiding the sofa. Stupid Monet. Stupid mental images... Hello Harry Potter....

Monet: she sent from down the hall.

Sabes: "All the fucking same." Mayhem growled under his breath. "Just leave me the fuck alone." He slammed his sketchbook onto the floor, ripping the page and then without another word strode into the kitchen and out onto the patio for a cigarette. Maybe I should. Just to watch her face when I tell her to enjoy her aids. Or something. Fuck.

[Elfdame]

Mayhemtooth is so cute. Monet is so perfectly herself.

And Anna is sooooo ME!!!