Log:Superkids!, Scene 7

Superkids! 2007/05/25 	 Amber and Azure|Jessica Kibin Spitball Dr. Yolanda Simmons Spitball#Hoverboard|Hoverboard Spitball#Doggie|Doggie 7

''Editor's note: The beginning of the scene seems to be missing, most likely due to connection problems. Also a lot of what passes in this scene is not shown: telepathic conversations.''

'''Scene: Starguard holding cells. Yolanda has been brought in to help interview the prisoners.'''

Jessica smiles, "Nothing fascinating about me. I'm the most straightforward person you could meet. I break things and beat up people like any other soldier type. End of story."

Yolanda says, "One could argue that you're fascinating merely by virtue of who and what you are... but maybe that's a conversation for another time."

Jessica says, "Dr Simmons, I've been thinking about your suggestion earlier. About letting Spitball go if he would take us to talk to Auntie. My concern is that once the kids are together Auntie will move them away to another part of the country or out of the country entirely. While Spitball is here the other kids won't want to abandon him."

Yolanda hmms. "Think that was more Dorian's idea. I don't like the risk of losing Pekka back to Auntie."

The hoverboard suddenly springs into life, zooming round as much as it can in the cell, pulling tight corners, running up the side of the cell. It does that, every so often, seemingly at random.

Jessica is prompted by the sudden activity to grin and mention to Yolanda, "Oh, in case I haven't mentioned it, Toymaster is able to see and hear everything that goes on here via his link with his toy friends."

Doggie barks once.

Yolanda looks over, surprised by the activity. "Oh. I hadn't realized. How many kids are there in Auntie's little flock?"

Jessica looks over at the dog, "We could put up a psi shield and block you but I'm not doing that. I want you all to know that Spitball is being treated well. You're not the other people who care about him."

Jessica says, "I'm not sure. I know of four. There may be, probably are, others."

Doggie barks again.

Jessica says, "So that's five I know of including Spitball."

Yolanda nods and turns to Doggie. "Are there any others?" she asks, translating the response if necessary.

Yolanda says, "How many other children are there, rather."

Doggie barks seven times. It's not clear who he's counting in that, mind.

Yolanda says, "Are there any other grownups, outside of Auntie?"

Doggie barks twice.

Spitball stirs from sleep, doubtless because of the barking.

Yolanda says, "No, then..."

Jessica gives Spitball a warm smile, "Hi."

Yolanda looks over as Spitball rises. "Good afternoon. How are you feeling."

"Unh - still here then?" Spitball looks a lot better, it must be said. Back to his usual shade of slightly green.

Yolanda nods. "I'm afraid so. Auntie is still on the loose. You definitely look better."

"Yeah. Guess I feel a little better."

Jessica says, "You had a good sleep."

"Yeah. It happens, when I get like this."

Yolanda smiles. "You gave us a pretty good scare. Do you know what happened?"

Spitball shrugs, becoming perhaps a bit more guarded as he wakes.

Yolanda looks to Jessica. With her gaze comes the gentle mental rapping - a request to establish a telepathic link.

Jessica nods, "Sure, go ahead."

Yolanda thinks. o O (I feel that Spitball is more ready to open up to you than to me. I'll step out for a bit, though I'd like to reestablish the link we had before.)

Jessica shakes her head. "I'll ask him."

Spitball says, "huh?"

Jessica says, "Spitball, in case you don't remember, this is Dr Simmons. She is a mentalist. She will not invade your mind unless either you give permission, you are in clear danger or you clearly represent a danger to others. I asking you to give her permission to look back at the bad time before you met Auntie. We need evidence to prevent people trying to send you back."

Spitball looks at Yolanda through narrowed eyes. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"

Jessica says, "If I was trying to trick you would I have told you what I just did? Dr Simmons is a doctor. She has a strong ethical code and will not break that. If you don't give permission she won't enter your mind. You'll be able to tell what Dr Simmons is doing. You can always tell her to stop. She will."

Spitball considers for a few moments. "She got to come in here with me. I'm not gonna trust her unless she trusts me."

Jessica looks at Dr Simmons, "That has to be your decision."

Yolanda says, "I am a mentalllist, but before that I am a doctor. Like Jessica explained, I've made an oath - a promise - not to harm or deceive those people that I'm in contact with..."

Yolanda readies her PDA and walks up the cell door. She nods to Jessica to open it.

Jessica cycles the door and goes trough with Yolanda.

Spitball frowns seeing Jessica come through as well.

Yolanda looks back to Jessica. "It will be alright." She offers a slightly tenative smile to Spitball.

Jessica looks at Spitball and smiles nodding, "So it's a matter of trust then. I'm to trust you? Okay, tell me you won't do anything to harm Dr Simmons and I'll wait outside. And you're better keep your word if you give it because i'll be in serious trouble with my adopted father if Dr Simmons gets hurt."

Spitball nods. "I won't do anythng to harm her unless she does stuff she shouldn't."

Jessica nods and steps outside. . o O(I hope this is going to be alright)

Spitball nods to Yolanda. "Ok then."

Yolanda takes a seat on the chair inside the cell with her legs cross. She sets her PDA in her lap. "Shall we begin?"

Inwardly, Yolanda is a little uneasy at the boy

"I guess." Spitball is clearly trying to hide some considerable anxiety.

Inwardly, Yolanda is a little uneasy at the boy's appearance and she looks at him for a moment, trying to guage if his skin is slimy, or merely glossy. On the outside, however, she offers a warm smile. "Alright then." She closes her eyes and reaches out with her mind.

The boy's mind offers resistance, if just as an instinctive reaction.

Yolanda says, "Alright Spitball. I'd like you to relax and breathe evenly..."

Already part of the difficulty in getting in is clear: these are memories Spitball doesn't want to revisit.

Yolanda says, "I know that This will be difficult, Spitball, but I need you to think back to your earliest memories."

Yolanda says, "Tell me about your mother, Spitball..."

"I thought I didn't have to - I thought you were looking in my head...."

Yolanda says, "I find that it helpful to talk as well, for both of us."

"I don't want to talk about her! She...."

"She didn't really love me! Not like Auntie!"

Spitball begins to cry tears that drop to the bed and hiss.

Yolanda says, "Jess, could you get us a glass of water? And I think I have some kleenex in my bag."

Jessica nods, "Sure. Spitball, can I bring them in?"

Spitball nods thoughtlessly. Either he now trusts Yolanda or he no longer cares.

Jessica goes in with the drink of water and the tissues. She sits beside Spitball with her arm around his sholders and hands him the kleenex.

Jessica Is in Spitball's cell, sitting besdie the sobbing boy with her arm around his shoulders. Yolanda is also in the cell.

Yolanda says, "I'm afraid that you've had to learn this the hard way, Spitball: sometimes grown ups aren't always right. It's a very difficult thing to accept at such a young age, especially when the grownups involved are parents.""

Kibin comes into the security area to see who or what the sobbing noise is from.

Jessica waves to Kibin to indicate that there's no cause for alarm. Or so she thinks anyway.

Spitball's eyes narrow again. "I know that."

Kibin hmmms, noticing Spitball, he didn't quite expect him to be here. But Jessica seems to indicate that there's no calm for alarm.

Spitball is in one cell, the toy dog in another and the hoverboard in a third.

Kibin looks at the other two cells, blinking and looking confused. "Why do you have a hoverboard in a cell by itself?"

The hoverboard lies there, looking quite lifeless.

Kibin ahs quietly. He walks over to the cell that the hoverboard is in, watching it.

The stuffed dog barks at Kibin.

Kibin looks over at the stuffed dog. Did it just... bark at him? He replies to Jessica over the SGG channel.

Jessica nods, "How bad. Careless, thoughtless, or worse?

Spitball looks ok. THought the kleenex looks a bit brown and charred.

The dog is doing its best to act cute for Kibin.

Jessica turns away from the boy for a moment as her face goes cold and hard, "I feel like hitting something. Not you Kibin. Just angry I guess. How can people do such stuff to their own children?"

Kibin shrugs at Jessica, making sure not to be heard by the boy. "Maybe some people just view their children as property to be used?"

Jessica nods. "That probably exactly it." she agrees.

The dog barks once.

Kibin must resist growling back at the dog... just a stuffed animal. "So how much longer is he going to stay here?"

Jessica says, "That's up to Spitball and his friends, Kibin. I have somewhere much much better for them to be but they have to agree to go there.""

Kibin asks Jessica curiously, "Where?"

Jessica says, "My old school in England."

Kibin ahs at Jessica.

Jessica says, "Lord Markham's School for Talented Children. Metas, the whole lot of us. It was great."

Kibin says to Jessica, "Seems like a neat place. With all the metas here, why isn't there a place like that here, anyway?"

Jessica laughs, "Have you been to the high school I go to recently?" Then she looks more serious, "Over here it seems the US way is to integrate metas and normals. In the UK there's more of a trend to separate."

Kibin hmmms, remembering something. "Ah yes, I do know several metas there.... but I was kind of thinking of a school specifically for metas. The high school you go to has other 'normal' people there as well, doesn't it?"

Jessica says, "I'm getting an education, Kibin, in just how bad things can be out there for meta children. I thought I had a rough childhood but compared to some we were lucky."

Kibin replies to Jessica, "Yes, well, I've never had the experience of being a meta child..."

Kibin says, "Though I agree, some kids I've seen like him have had a rough life."

Jessica nods.