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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 7, 2010 20:29:02 GMT -5
::With coffee in him, Karl tended to relax - although relaxation for him wasn't quite what it was for the general population. He was difficult to warm up, though it was occurring slowly.:: "It isn't opinion; it's scientific fact. Physically and mentally we need sunlight, which is yet another reason I wouldn't hole myself up in a library basement."
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 8, 2010 19:41:36 GMT -5
She had meant her question rather lightheartedly, wasn't expecting him to be so serious about it. At least to her, it seemed a partially stern answer. But Nadia nodded her head in agreement. The fact was something she had heard, something to do with some vitamin or another. Because of it, she made a mental note to make sure the space she found for her organization had plenty of windows.
Turning back to him from her view out the window, she added. "Yes, I don't know how those people don't go crazy."
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 9, 2010 0:33:08 GMT -5
"It's a wonder," ::Karl agreed, taking another sip from his latte. Many aspects of human and mutant coping continued to astound him, despite his years in practice. Particularly now that he was on the other side of the sofa, he had a new-found respect for coping in the worst of circumstances.:: "Although it could be said for almost any part of life. It's a wonder more people don't go insane."
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 11, 2010 15:44:42 GMT -5
Nadia smiled at him. "I've probably had times where I wished I could have used that as an excuse." She laughed. "But so could most people, I suspect."
Their waitress returned briefly then, placing their plates of food in front of them before leaving again.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 12, 2010 7:31:32 GMT -5
"It's a strong reason to advocate for mental health days," ::Karl replied. For mental health days and a host of other luxuries not afforded to most people, which was why he had been expected to mitigate the aftermath. Psychiatry rarely fell under the label of "preventative medicine" in that way.
After the food arrived, he looked down at the pastry plate then back at her and gestured at it.:: "Would you like to try one?"
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 12, 2010 15:54:15 GMT -5
She nodded at his reply before looking down at her salad. Her fork was mid-air when he asked if she wanted one of his pastries. Nadia glanced over at his plate and back at hers again before smiling at him. "Yes, thank you." She reached over and plucked a small tasty-looking fruit one from in front of him.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 12, 2010 23:11:16 GMT -5
::Karl managed a half-smile when she took one, and then reached for a cream pastry of his own.:: "You're welcome. Bon appetite."
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 15, 2010 17:19:10 GMT -5
Nadia lapsed into silence then, eating her pastry gift and trying to think of what else to say to induce more conversation. The man sitting across from her was a nice and friendly enough guy, but didn't seem too included to do a lot of asking and talking. She was more than willing to lead the conversation, but it was always easier when the other at least tried.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 16, 2010 9:41:23 GMT -5
::Karl popped his pastry into his mouth and chewed thoroughly, while stirring his latte. While washing it down, he studied her; she had been fairly talkative at first, although had then lapsed into silence. Silence tended to suit him well enough, particularly after life had collapsed around him. However, he also knew that when one was talkative and then stopped, it was a sign of discomfort or of attempting to wait another out; he could play idle conversation. He'd made his career of it. Sipping his latte, he asked,:: "Since you know what I do, what is it you do? Or are you between opportunities?"
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 18, 2010 16:36:47 GMT -5
She looked up at him, glad for the question and renewed conversation. Nadia sipped at her coffee, though, trying to think of the right words to explain her... occupation. It was obvious he was a mutant, so she didn't need to be super delicate about it; however, she didn't want to shout it out, either. "Well, I moved here to set up another branch of my... I guess you could call it an organization. In general, it's an after-school program for children and teens.
Nadia paused and lowered her voice a little. "Specifically, a place for mutants to be around others of their kind without fear of being looked down on or being forced into beliefs of institutions."
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 19, 2010 14:47:18 GMT -5
::From the way she spoke the word "institutions," Karl had to assume she had a bad experience with Charles Xavier; many people had. It wasn't his business, as he didn't care about causes or particularly care for children beyond what had been demanded of him in his practice. Nodding in understanding, he asked,:: "How is that working out for you?"
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 19, 2010 17:31:50 GMT -5
"Too early to tell," she smiled. "I just got back a couple days ago and haven't gotten a chance to find a suitable place to lease yet." Nadia was a bit surprised but didn't show it. She had thought he would ask about her own mutation or at least think about it. But this Karl seemed to just take everything in stride. Either he already assumed she was or he just didn't care.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 21, 2010 21:58:08 GMT -5
::That could take a while; when Karl had been house shopping, and office shopping, it had been a real estate nightmare. He was sure his appearance hadn't helped, but the process could sap one's energy lightning quick. Sipping his latte, he said,:: "You came to the right place. Spaces abound, people abound."
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Post by Nadia Davich on Jan 22, 2010 15:46:40 GMT -5
She nodded. "I'm sure I can find a cheap abandoned loft or something with a cheap lease." Nadia knew she wasn't a rich person; what she did for a living didn't exactly make her rolling in cash. But she had enough saved away for her purposes, plus a few donations from people in California and Chicago.
Turning back to her salad for a few moments, she thought about the man sitting across from her. Still, he didn't seem to care about the fact that she was also probably a mutant. It was peculiar to her. Normal humans and mutants alike always seemed a bit taken aback when they found themselves face-to-face with a mutant. Perhaps this man had had a bit more rough of a life than she had had.
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Post by Doctor Karl Lykos on Jan 22, 2010 22:13:40 GMT -5
::Karl assumed she was a mutant from the combination of her professed job, and the fact that she wasn't put off by his appearance. But he didn't need to know her powers, just as he wasn't one to show off his own. Instead he focused on the housing point, something practical where he had knowledge.:: "The Village has mutants and lower-rent. Brooklyn is another good bet."
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