Melissa Johnson I really don't like these things. A lot of people grouped up here to meet other people to get help with being smart. Most of the people that need help aren't really all that stupid, just lazy. It's a little annoying to me, really. To see perfectly good brains go to waist. I'm sitting with a can of Pepsi in front and to the right of me, a lap top directly in front of me, but over my eyes are a pair of sunglasses. They make me look a little...blind, maybe. At least they hide what happens to my eyes when I use my gifts. The silver color sometimes unnerves people. I'm being as anti-social as I can be while being available to help people with computers and math. Two things I excel at. The university asked me to help people. Asked me to tutor. They'd even pay me. Who was I to say no?

Thomas Chandler Tom was stumbling through some of the student traffic as he rushed to get to his new tutor. It was his first time grabbing one but it wouldn't be the last but he was simply hoping shed be there when he finally arrived since he was officially eight minutes late. Somehow, he'd managed to get the rotten luck of having classes at the far ends of the university and he was holding his books in one hand while trying to run through students and not hurt anyone as well as stay calm. He didn't want to freak anyone out by hulking out through his clothes after all.

Melissa Johnson I happen to look up as Thomas breaks through the crowd. You're taken. You're taken. I think very loudly to myself. He was late, but I didn't mind, I never do. I'm easy-going like that. I pull my mind out of the computer, just to make sure my eyes are blue when I pull down my sunglasses and brush my hair off of my shoulder. I don't look trendy, in fact I'm wearing a Serenity t-shirt, Jayne...the ship...Lets be bad guys on it. It's orange, but not overly bright. It's paired with jeans..but at least I am keeping most of Jamie's advice, I am wearing makeup. A little. Eye shadow..mascara..lip gloss.. Very light. Sensible. I know, though, I'm blushing now. He's attractive. And I clear my throat. "Are you Thomas Chandler?" I know it is. I've seen his profile, pictures at the school, it's all filed away in my head.

Thomas Chandler "Yeah. Yes, yes I am. I am Thomas Chandler." He's a little out of breath but feeling good that this isn't the kind of tutor that would leave if he was a minute late. "Sorry I....I'm late. Got held up from the traffic." He points a thumb back at all the students passing by. "Melissa?" Extending a hand. She seems a lot younger than he thought she'd be.

Melissa Johnson 19. I'll be twenty in December. I am trying to look him in the eyes. I am trying not to stutter or otherwise show my amazing shyness. I am trying "Yes, Melissa." I motion to the chair across the table from me and I fold my hands between myself and my lap top. "I see th-that you're trying to be a computer analyst?" I glance up when I stutter just a bit. Sue me, I'm shy. "Ah..how are you with math?"

Thomas Chandler He raises an eyebrow as she stutters but nothing more. "I guess the question is how good is any average guy with math? Multiplication and division is about where my knowledge stops." First thing about him she'd notice is that he's a twenty-one year old, go-with-the-flow kind of guy just from the way he talks. "But strangely, I wanna be a computer analyst to pay the bills. If not that, then maybe designing websites and such. I can tell you now, I'm not going to be the next Bill Gates."

Melissa Johnson "Right." My lips curl up into a bit of a grin, and I shake my head. "Not all of us can be." I glance down and I look to the computer. I set my sunglasses aside and chew on my lip. "Well you'll need some math skills, but most of all you have to have a lot of logic skills. Programming works on logic if nothing else." I pause, and I glance up at him, both brows arching up. My voice quiets some. "You know..full disclosure. I have to tell you that I'm a mutant, but I know that you are too so..I'm hoping it's not a problem." I clear my throat. "I work..at the school you used to go to." Well, that would have been an awkward block of ice to crack if he weren't a mutant too.

Thomas Chandler He rolls his eyes a bit. "Logic. Wonderful. The one of my many weaknesses." Said jokingly. "This whole superhero thing is harder than I thought." A grin forming on his face. He has to lean in to hear her but snorts. "Well cool. That means no secrets and such to hide. So, what's your "gift?" Said while making quote marks in the air.

Melissa Johnson I blush still, glancing down, and then up around us before I shrug. "I'm a technopath." Then my brows arch up, fall, and again. "I'm so dangerous...I can start car engines by touching them." I chuckle and lean back, but I slip my hand over to the lap top and my eyes drain of color, from blue to a brilliant silver, nearly metallic, before they turn blue again, once more saturating. "And logic isn't too hard, you just have to think more with your brain than your heart." I know from his student file what his 'gift' was, it's why I don't ask. The thought of him being huge though does seem a bit out of place.

Thomas Chandler A small laugh. "Hey, you never know. In the middle of a bank robbery, that could be a real asset." He gives her a small shrug. "But yeah, teach me oh mighty sensei." He took out a pad and pen, ready to write down what info she was giving him.

Melissa Johnson I never really thought about that. Shutting off cameras, alarms, opening up electric locks and so on. I rub my chin a bit. "Oh no, now you've sparked the beginnings of a criminal mastermind. I can't be bothered with tutoring." I chuckle, I guess Dom is helping me out of my shell more than I realized. I pull out a book, my favorite in helping me learn logic, it's called Program Logic for beginners. I slide it over to him. It's worn, highlighted, written in. "You'll have to read this...it'll help you with the logic part."

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