MutantHigh Episode2: Russians and Fishmen?!

"1969?...Why 1969?" Katie asked Joey curiously just as the other boy showed up on the beach.

"Hey Michael!" She called out with a wave. "Glad you could come down here. Eris and Joey are here too." She gestures to her roommate catching some rays on one side and the surfer teen sitting beside her in the sand.

"Oh you play guitar? Sweet..."
 

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Joey shrugged, and cringed at the mention of country, Nothing worse then country, he turned to Michael, give him a nod, and stood, and walked towards the water, and then dove in for a swim, Turning into a regular, goonfest...
 

Clair tagged along behind Michael, a bit more scrawny looking wearing a white T-shirt and blue swimming trunks.

Wow, there sure are alot of people here!

"Hey everyone, did I miss anything?" He says, before Michael starts to play his tune.
 

The mood is pretty good in the beginning but Katie earns herself some annoyed stares then she talks about being the new teacher. It's better after that but she still gets the feeling that she is mostly ignored by the group, except by Eris and Joey of course. Eris is still much in the middle of attention especially after pulling her suit down tsome of the boys barely manage not to drool.
The moment Michael arrives some of them gather their stuff and head for their cars. "You know it's getting late..."
Eslarne is a bit more direct as she winks to Joey and talks to Eris.
"See ya tomorow, we head over to Rico's place. The sight just got boring....not to mention the sounds. Country? Sure that's just soooo cool."
She jumps into the car with a disgusted look.
 
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"Hey Clair!"

Katie doesn't mind the others' treatment of her as she pretty much is used to always doing her own thing despite anyone else's perceptions. Her unusual upbringing made her more independent and mature than most teenagers her age, growing up mostly on a university campus.

However, she isn't too pleased at Eslarne's comments to Michael, the frown creasing her lips indicating that.

"Come on, Michael, take a seat in the sand," she speaks up, hoping to make up for the others' rudeness by being extra nice to him. He had been so nice to her earlier, helping her carry her bags and all, that Katie didn't want his feelings to get hurt.

"What other tunes do you play besides country music? I don't really know anything about country stuff. I guess only the ones that make it to MTV - but that's probably more pop country, huh?"
 

Sits down with Katie, ignoring the people annoyed at him.

"Along with country I know choral music and traditional hymms, and a bit of light rock. Yes MTV is mostly for popular rock music. There's also a couple of country music stations for popular country music."
 

Looks like the gang is leaving, guess the party is over, Joey gives the native crew the hang ten hand motion, and then moves for the truck, "I think I am going to ghost, the waves are looking kind of flacid, and it looks like the party is dying. See you guys back at the Institute," Joey hops in the SUV, turns on the tunes, playing some Sean Paul reggae mixes, "Take it easy."

Joey backs the SUV up, he turns it around,and then moves out onto the road, and back to the Institute, not really digging the scene much now, especially after the mood-killer.
 

"See you later, Joey!"

Kate waves good-bye to him, a hint of disappointment in her dark eyes at watching him go, but she wasn't one to desert the others for a boy. Turning her attention to Michael, she smiled at him.

"Ok...I like listening to choral music. It's pretty. Why don't you play us something to welcome in the sunset?"
 

Clair sighs, It figures, he thinks. As he sees everyone going away, he barely restrains himself from asking if he can go along-but no, he isn't going to give up a new friend for that.

"Yeah, Michael, play something like what you did earlier back in the room-that was really great."

Clair sits down next to Katie and Michael, thinks for a moment, then remembers some experimenting he did with his powers before back home. "Afterwards, do you want to check out the bottom of the ocean? I can sortta form a protective thingie around us with my powers."

Maybe that will cheer everyone up...and "thingie"? What am I, 12?
 
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