Breakfast at Moonies

[Mooncalf]

Mooncalf is skipping through the quad, occasionally hopping on one foot, then going into an awkward handstand that she falls out of after a couple of 'steps' only to spend a couple moments on her back, looking up at the cloudy sky before clambering back to her feet. She's having a good, lucid day. The Dragoman - Ashlie she reminds/corrects herself - had asked her a bunch of questions earlier, trying to reconcile something or other about some project and it's metaphysical implications. Mooncalf hadn't fully followed what she'd been getting at but then she sometimes struggles to figure out what kind of convoluted term and math the artificial lady uses for such simple concepts as Spinnies. So much effort to describe things and then still miss half of it. Or more! So annoying.

But! She did manage to produce a good answer when asked about the Big Bang. She's not sure Ashlie saw it that way but Mooncalf was exceedingly happy with it. So much so that it's now stuck in her head and she hums and sings it as she meanders about.


♪♫ “Chicken chicken and the egg, cook ‘em both you get a snack.
Burned too long you double-back, to the chicken and the egg.

Looky here it’s all brand new, questions old and questions new.
You will know ‘em once you knew, that the chicken always flew,

Up above and down below. Some are chicken, some are crow,
But if you really got to know; not sure if I can help you though.

There ain’t no single certain things, but that the songbird always sings.
A song of flame, a song of wings, a song of ash, a song of strings.

A song of death, a song of birth, a baby’s breath, Samsara’s mirth.
Touched down on earth, infinite worth,

A single point in time and space, a single rhyme, eternal maze.
Shared echoes trace, burned into place.

Look long enough, a single speck.
You know the way.
Back to the egg!” ♬♪

[Yuli Jete]

Yuli had gotten bursts of sleep. Nightmares kept waking her up, but it was so nice to be cozy in that tub. She'd gotten up when she noticed the sun was out though, made her way to the roof, and waited for the rays to charge her stuff while she took another nap.

While up there she had noticed this place that she was now walking. Very green. Very manicured. Very patterned. Very... musical? She heard a song while walking, following the tune. Her ears swirled in the direction of her as she prepped to come from behind the hedge.

Out came the white haired fox girl from around the corner. "Is that a song of yur kin?" she wondered, clad in the same outfit she arrided in, including her boots which were no longer water logged. Her sand colored body suit was covered by a sleeveless white long coat. it wasn't pristine ivory any longer, certainly looked like it'd been through some rough times, but the mud was washed from it. It at least seemed cleanest by her shoulders.

[Mooncalf]

Mooncalf stops her skipping/dancing and stares at Yuli for long enough to begin getting really uncomfortable, then snaps out of it all of a sudden.

"No!" she says cheerfully. "Maybe? It could be! My kin don't really do songs like that. Which is why it's so fun to do 'em now! Somehow it makes words more... wordy." she says with enough gravitas as if she just announced some fundamental truth of the universe. There's an almost manic gleam in her eyes that's being hidden or muted by her perpetually sleepy-looking expression. She narrows her eyes even more and takes another look at Yuli. "You're weird." she says as if it's a compliment. "But I cannot figure out why."

[Yuli Jete]

The staring wasn't uncomfortable to Yuli at all. It was actually quite common when trying to figure out if another was to be friend or foe. As such, Yuli waited patiently. The response made the time-traveler come out more. This person had a very sleepy look look to her. She paused at being called weird, afraid it had to do with her ears and tail. When the other couldn't figure out why, it was clear that was not the case.

Breathing easy, Yuli let her tail swish lazily behind her as her ears stayed trained on the other. "Yuli's not from 'round 'ere. Buhleve ya call it, North Africa," she explained, wondering if that would be good enough for the other. "Where are you from?" she asks, speaking slowly so that the other could hear her clearly.

[Mooncalf]

Mooncalf purses her lips to the side and makes a quiet "Hmm." noise.

"I don't know anything about the North Africa." she finally settles on with a shrug. "I'm from where the Egg's from!" she grins, exceptionally happy with having executed an metaphor.

[Yuli Jete]

The grin was met with a similar one. "The chicken? Or something more?" She wondered before canting her head to the side. "Technically, would we all be from the egg?"

[Diego Zapata]

Diego usually spent most of his free time drawing on his tablet in the comfort of his room. But that day his inner jungle cat was feeling restless, so he headed out to the quad for some outdoor time, where he got recruited for a game of frisbee with some other students. That brought him to the moment where he made a rather impressive leap over a rose bush to catch the errant disc, landing almost right on top of the two girls.

"Oh shit! I mean...h-hi," he said awkwardly.

[Mooncalf]

The grin was met with a similar one. "The chicken? Or something more?" She wondered before canting her head to the side. "Technically, would we all be from the egg?"

"Oh nobody's like that chicken and egg. Wait no. There's one. But yeah, I mean everything's from the egg if you wanna look at it like that." she says, then makes a startled yelp and hops back when Diego lands next to them.

[Yuli Jete]

The blonde was about to get a response, but Yuli turned to see the guy in the sky falling to meet them. Instinct made her move back as she reached for a weapon, only to remember she had none. He seemed... different.

"Hi. Who are ya?" She asked, immediately interested in how he could move as he did. He was nimble. Cat like even. Was he... did he have the gene? Was he bleeding? Was she? Yuli looked from one to the other, remembering her reason for being there. Not to get swept away in the people who were 300+ years younger than her, but to make it so that this life could continue. "Are ya hurt?" She asked, certainly asking so that she could exploit the injury.

[Diego Zapata]

He gave himself a quick once over just in case. "Nope! Cats always land on their feet."

"Why would I be hurt? It's not like I actually crashed into you. But I guess I should apologize for startling you. Sorry."

He smiled, pretending not to notice her defensive body language. "Oh! You asked me who I am. Name's Diego. And you two?"

[Mooncalf]

"Mooncalf!" she announces and strikes a pose with her arms spread wide, one slightly tilted up, the other slightly down.

[Yuli Jete]

Yuli seemed a bit disappointed that he wasn't hurt, but everyones greeting perked her up. Especially Mooncalf. She relaxed her stance then looked to the blonde with an odd smile. "Wha' an in'erestin' name. Yuli," she said with a hand to her chest, attention returning to Diego.

She pointed to the disc he had. ' 's tha' for combat?" she wondered, not having seen something like that before except in battle.

[Mooncalf]

"Yuli. Diego. Yuli. Diego." repeats to herself. "Oh! Unscriptoriate, duh." she presses the heel of her hand against her forehead. "Yuli's much easier to remember." she grins as if she's just made a very funny joke.

[Diego Zapata]

Diego raised an eyebrow and held up the plastic discus. "This? A weapon? Oh, no, not remotely," he answered with a small laugh, "It's just a toy."

*Have you really never seen a frisbee before? Like, ever?"

Right, my name is the unusual one.

[Yuli Jete]

New words galore! Yuli liked this one. She beamed brightly at Mooncalf before looking back to Diego and his non-destructo disc. "Frezebe? No. What games do you play here?" She wondered.

[Mooncalf]

"It's called Ultimate Fetch." Mooncalf nods sagely.

[Diego Zapata]

"Cats don't play fetch," he smirked.

"More games than we know what to do with, honestly," he chuckled before adding, "Though I usually settle for the digital variety. Today my inner cat wanted to play."

"So, uhh, where are you two from anyway? I'm from Las Vegas. Well, right next to it but nobody ever knows where Enterprise, Nevada is."

[Mooncalf]

"I don't know where Las Vegas is either." she grins. "And I told You-lee already, I'm from where everything's from. Well, right next to it."

[Yuli Jete]

"North Africa," she said, giving the general area she was from. She looked to see if the others within sight, but saw none. "Aren't othas waitn' for ya?" She asked him before looking to Mooncalf. "Yuli whants ta see more ultimate fetch! Or whatever cats call it," she adds, looking to him to see if he had any other feline features."If ya get hurt, come ta me," she stated.

[Diego Zapata]

Just cat legs, furry forearms, claws and, one assumes, fuzzy ears somewhere under his poofy near-afro. Perfectly abnormal.

"Oh! Yeah, it's my turn to throw this back," he remembered. Just as a few more 'normal' mutant boys came into view.

"Oi! D! You throwing it back, yeah?" one called over.

"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses!" Diego called back as he sent the frisbee sailing back out of the gardens. "And I'm out! Sports aren't really my thing!"

[Yuli Jete]

Looking at the others feline like legs, it was taking everything in Yuli not to take out a knife, slice him, and get that precious blood she needed to check for the animus strain. She watched him throw the disc back then say he was done with them for now. "Fri'bee sport, or all sports?" she wondered after his sayings back to the others.

[Diego Zapata]

"Yeah, I'm totally an indoor cat," Diego answered with misplaced feline pride. "Though I do occasionally touch grass or do X-Men stuff, I'm happiest when sitting down doodling on my tablet in the comfort of my dorm."

[Mooncalf]

Off to the side Mooncalf is listening to the conversation and then seems to get distracted by what Diego said. She squats down at the edge of the path and carefully lowers her flat hand towards the lawn until the blades of grass brush against her palm.

[Yuli Jete]

Diego absolutely had her attention. There was a good chance he might be her mark! She was about to do something unorthodox when she paused. "Ya wi' da X-Men?" She asked in a rush, first word s blending together.

[Thraxion Ord'Rakar]

"I am!" Diego smiled. "I'm not, like, as gung-ho about it or as active as some of the others but I'm totally a member. Codename Ocelotl, like one of those Aztec warriors, not an ocelot. Might change it so I don't have to clarify that all the time."