Plan "Camp Out in the Lounge"

[Cheyla Kayani]

{desc=Chey/Open}Chey sneezed and groaned as the sneeze sent sparks of pain throughout her head. She sniffled and cringed at the sound. She hated being sick. It always looked and sounded disgusting. Not to mention that there were all those germs flying around the place.

The red-haired mutant collapsed on the couch, a box of tissues in hand. Plucking one out of the box, she rubbed at her nose. God, she hated being sick. She couldn't do anything when she was sick. She could barely drag herself out of bed, even when it was something as simple as a cold. The only thing that was worth getting out of bed for when she was sick was some toast and chicken soup.

Chey blew her nose, grimacing at the sound and how it echoed around the lounge. The dancer glanced around the lounge, examining it for the first time in weeks. It was a nice place, she decided. The couches were long enough for her to take a nap on, thankfully. That meant that she didn't have to trek up the stairs to her room. Even the slightest movement sent jolts of pain throughout her aching body and head. Not moving as much as possible was the best remedy for her right now. She could only hope this cold would go away soon.

The mutant shivered and looked around for the nearest blanket. Plan "Camp Out In The Lounge Until It Was No Longer Painful To Move" was clearly a go. Chey set her bowl of soup down on the nearest table and grabbed the blanket off of a nearby chair. Moving as little as possible, she finally figured out a way to curl up in the blanket with only her head showing. She closed her eyes as the extra layer provided some much needed heat before sneezing again. A groan echoed around the room as her head began to feel like it was going to explode.

[Emma Frost]

The lounge. The favorite place of the students. With that in mind, she usually went to that room at least once a day. It was nice seeing them reviewing and practicing small things from class, watching videos of the missions, and well, when they commended the teachers when they fought, then it helped lots that she looked good while fighting evil.

It was a given though, that she was disliked by some students too. She wasn't one to disclose her past, but she didn't keep a secret her past skirmishes with the X-men. She wanted her students to see that she made mistakes and learnt from them, and tried to make them see that a mistake that thaught you something became a lesson on itself.

Usually, late at night, when the students were supposed to be sleeping (she knew quite well that some of them always found ways to sneak out) Logan, Scott and Peter liked to have pool matches, while Ororo, Kitty and her warched, talked and overall ended up arguing for small things, all in good nature.

Today, though, the only one on the lounge was Cheyla. And by the look of it, she was sick, surely head ache and less surely a cold or something like that, that girl wasn't one to stay in one place that much and the pain was like a light house. Using her psionic waves, she instructed her brain to be free of pain for a little while.

She went to sit on the nearest couch, folded arms and legs like she used to do, and turned to the covered figure on the couch. "Hello, Ms. Kayani. How are you feeling now?"

[Cheyla Kayani]

Chey's head throbbed and the girl closed her eyes, hoping that if she couldn't see that the pain would disappear. And it did--to some extent. However, it wasn't enough for her to risk opening her eyes again. She would prefer to keep her eyes inside her head, not have them burned out on the floor.

Chey heard a faint rustling in the room but ignored it. If someone really wanted to be in the same room as her, that was their decision, not hers. She wasn't moving for anyone. Hopefully they would be content with ignoring her presence so she could ignore hers.

Which was obviously not the case. Chey stiffened as she recognized the voice. Emma Frost. Fantastic...Was she going to get scolded for skipping class? Because if she was, then it was probably better to put her out of her misery now.

After a few seconds, Chey realized that she should probably answer Emma's question. The only problem was that speaking sounded like a horrible, horrible idea. She wasn't even sure if she could speak or if her head would explode if she even attempted to speak.

"Uhhhh......" she managed to groan out as a test. Good. Her vocal chords still worked. That was always a good sign.

"I'm sick," she responded quietly. "How do you think I feel? Someone should just put me out of my misery now. I'm just going to die anyone. Speeding up the process would just be doing the world a favor."

So she was a little dramatic when she was sick. Sue her.

[Emma Frost]

*sigh* Emma wondered why she still put up with the many challenging students they had on the institute. Fighting for the bigger good surely wasn't easier, and not only because of the enemies, but she always managed to go on.

"Cheyla, I'm quite aware of that. I have seen and felt many colds to know the symptoms. I wanted to ease the head ached you have, but I won't force your brain to accept my help. Have you gone to see Dr. McCoy? he sure knows his way in the medicine field.

I'll go now. I'll be at my office, so if you want to get rid of that head pain, come see me. Go see the Dr. too, and get well."

With that, she left the lounge. She wasn't one now to force the students to anything,unless a big conflict required it. She waited for them to reflect and understand, and eventually most of them came around their problems, but many didn't.

When she sat down in her office, she thought that maybe the students needed some kind of party, after all, Open Day was approaching and they always had their spirits lifted whenever their families came to visit, meet their friends, the teachers and watch their progress. Getting them involved in the preparations gave them something to work on teamwork, negotiations, administration and finances (though she monitored those aspects quite closely, teenagers tended to go overboard with spending money), learn tolerance for the taste of their fellow students, and most important, be proud of being mutants.

She surely hoped it helped to lighten up their mood after many conflicts affected the Institute. For now, she wondered if Cheyla would hear her. It seemed that when sick she was less responsive, if a bit more acerbic.