(2020-11-08) ... And a Tin-Foil Hat
… And a Tin-Foil Hat
Summary: Marcus ditches the party and bumps into Sebastian and they end up way out in left field.
Date: IC Date 2020-11-08
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NPCs: Marcus and Sebastian
Scene Runner: N/A
Players:
marcus..sebastian..

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Coral Springs Courtyard Coral Springs
Sun Nov 08 21:05:04, 2020 — Sun Nov 08 18:05:04 2020


The path leads up the hill and into a large cobblestoned courtyard surrounded by four buildings. In the center of the courtyard is a greenspace, landscaped with flowers that spell out Coral Springs. In the center of the greenspace is a large statue, a memorial to the lives that were lost during the attack on the previous school. In the distance the tip of a lighthouse can ben seen. Between the buildings is a view of the ocean. It seems the school has been built on the tallest cliff of the island and has a lovely view of the open ocean to the southeast.

With the view between the buildings it almost seems like you can take to the skies and FLY. Maybe if you had wings, or some other way to FLY you could.

It is a fall night. The weather is warm and sunny.

Trudging back towards the dorms, Marcus is actually fairly dirty. While it may not be possible to tell /why/ the kid has dirt all over his knees and leaves and mud on his sleeves, it's clear to see he's been up to something. Trudging back from the direction of the woods, it may lead to a few guesses. As he makes his way back to the courtyard, he's putting a flashlight back into his backpack and looking somewhat dejected.

The weather is quite warm for the season, meaning Sebastian is out in cargo shorts, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. It's the weekend so he's able to be all casual. There's not enough light to read by out in the Courtyard, but it seems like he grabbed an evening snack and is enjoying the weather before it turns again. Looking up at the flashlight and the figure approaching, he blinks, "Busy night?"

"Not busy enough," Marcus says, shaking his head and sliding his backpack to his back again. "You hear all the rumors about something happening in the woods tonight? Well, turns out? It's a stupid /party/," he laments, shaking his head. "And I was all set for like ghosts or aliens or something." Because of course he was.

Sebastian blinks again and the shrugs, "Maybe. I have no desire to go party in the woods, thank you." And certainly not with other teenagers. "I guess as long as there's no booze or anything, who cares? Ad if there is, glad it's not my ass getting caught with it."

That stops Marcus in his tracks. He blinks, turns and looks back at the woods, then looks back at Sebastian, then back at the woods. Then, he turns around and shrugs. "Huh! I didn't even think to look. I just saw that there were lots of people and there was some girl on the stage shining and getting ready to play music and I split. I went poking around deeper in the woods, but … I figured with the lights and the noise, anything that /woulda/ been out there was probably gonna get scared away, anyway. So, I came back." He then finishes walking the rest of the way up to Sebastian, holding on to his backpack straps. "What are you up to?"

"You're probably right…if there was a stage and lights and music." There's another roll of his eyes before Sebastian continues, "So it's a 'party' so someone can show off…because of course it was. Now I'm -really- glad I didn't go." Because being very social doesn't seem to be his MO. "Well, I finished my homework and got a snack and thought to enjoy the weather before it got too cold. Not that I care about that either, but it's nice out."

Marcus cants his head to the side. "… somebody … showing off?" he asks, thinking about that. Then, he shakes his head. "I don't think anybody was trying to show off. It didn't seem like it, anyway," he says, shrugging again. When he finally reaches Sebastian's side, he slides out of his backpack and then plops unceremoniously to the ground. "I'm surprised you're not reading or something."

"Someone made a stage in the woods…and was glowing and preparing to perform? And was it a student? Sounds like showing off to me." Sebastian doesn't seem to mind the company right now, at least, "Well, it's a little dark to read outside…and I was hungry. Kind of always hungry. I already ate through all the snacks that I got sent."

"Or maybe they just wanted to have a party," Marcus counters. He stretches out and leans back against his backpack, resting on his elbows. "You're not a 'people person,' are ya?" he adds, grinning at the other young man.

"As an excuse to show off," Sebastian clarifies before he gives a little smirk at the question. "People never treated me nicely so why should I bother with them?" Although he's beginning to soften just a little. "I just don't have the patience for a lot of the stupidity, you know?"

Marcus grins. "Nope. Not. A. Clue," he responds. Because, really, he's probably a bigger part of the stupidity than not. "And maybe it's an excuse to show off, or maybe it's a chance to use your powers to do something nice for other people. Or maybe it's both. I don't see what's wrong with it, no-how."

It's a teenager's job to be stupid. "Waste of powers, if you ask me. And if you're using it to show how awesome you are, then it's showing off. I can see using powers to get somethin you want," Sebastian pauses briefly and frowns, "And I can see it to help someone out of a bind. But just to display them for the sake of displaying them? Showing off…and I don't care to participate in pissing contests."
"Pffft!" Marcus scoffs, shaking his head while still smirking. "Who you kiddin', man? We in a school for supers. The heck we s'posed to /do/ with our powers, if we ain't using 'em for fun? And how's it a pissin' contest if you hosting a party for folks? Wasn't like they was competing with another party or anything. Did they put a stick up yo' ass when they put that bracelet on your ankle?"

"It's showing how awesome their powers are so everyone can congratulate them, that's how," Sebastian complains, working some more on his snack. "And I don't really know what we're supposed to do with our powers here. I'm still trying to figure it out, myself. As far as I can tell, they're trying to brainwash the students so that they can later be controlled to do what they, or whomever funds this school, wants."

Marcus rolls his eyes /big time/ at Sebastian's rejoinder. Then, he blinks at his second comment, before smirking again. "Hang on, just a sec," he says, then sits back up and pulls his backpack around so he can start digging through it. After a couple seconds, he pulls something out and holds it out to Sebastian. "I'm totally ready for that," he says, as he holds out a rounded dome that is covered in tin foil. … maybe Marcus was a Boy Scout?

Sebastian looks at the tinfoil cap, "You know that's not how brainwashing works. It's not even about psychic stuff. Brainwashing is a lot more subtle than that and it's about what they say to you and what you're shown." Maybe he's had experience with that. "Besides, isn't that supposed to protect you from alien stuff and aren't you part-alien?"

"… it doesn't? Says who? … and how do you /know/ it doesn't? Maybe they've just brainwashed you into /thinking/ it doesn't!" Marcus argues, quickly putting the helmet on his own head and adjusting it so it's secure. He looks around suspiciously, just in case 'they' are watching. At the reminder that he's part alien, Marcus hrms, then shrugs. "Yeah, but then if it affects me, then /you/ should be double careful!" he asserts. Then, he digs in his backpack again and pulls out another one. "Here, I always carry a spare, just in case." Once again, it's offered to Sebastian in all seriousness.

"Dude, I know something about brainwashing, thank you. Not myself, but I know others…" and Sebastian trails off of that thought. The offered helmet is glanced at and he actually takes it, but doesn't put it on. "Thanks, but…maybe think about -why- they're teaching us what they are."

"… cuz they want us to be positively contributing members of society?" Marcus offers, shrugging. Yeah, sure, maybe he's drinking the kool-aid. But, he's just a freshman.

"And do you really just want to be a powered robot they pull out whenever -they- want to win? What if -their- idea of that contribution doesn't agree with your's? What if they want you to do something that you don't want to do? Or think is wrong?" Sebastian looks at the other Freshman. "Do you have to be a Yes-Man to positively contribute to society?"

Marcus considers a little, thinking about what Sebastian says. "I mean, if I can help win? Sure. And, if you don't agree with stuff, you can say so. But, you also gotta be ready to catch that whoopin', too, so make sure it's worth it. And no, you don't gotta be a yes-man or anything. But what's wrong with going to class and learning stuff? I mean … it's better than just being stupid and /not/ knowing stuff."

Sebastian also considers, "No one's saying don't go to class and learn stuff. But what they may be teaching might be one-sided in order to try and make us think a certain way. I'm just saying that maybe it's time that we questioned some of what they're teaching. And what might be winning to you could maybe hurt someone else."

Marcus shrugs his shoulders, putting his backpack behind him again and leaning back on it. "Well, I mean, I can't say I know everything … or really that I know much of anything. But … I mean … you da one with the Uncle Sam Jewelry," he says, shrugging. "You got answers to yo' questions yet?"

Sebastian snorts and finishes off his snack, setting the empty packaging aside. "Not in the least. Most of the teachers here don't like it when I question them. Mostly because I ask the hard questions. I mean, I…agree…that there are certain moral standards that should always be considered. But a lot of times, 'good' and 'evil' aren't as well-defined as most people here seem to think."

"I dunno, man. Teachers don't like some of my questions because they're stupid. I've never had any of them not like a question that's actually on topic, just when I get … distracted," Marcus says. He chuckles a little, waggling his eyebrows. "Maybe you should tell me the questions and /I'll/ ask. They'd never expect that!"

"Well, they probably don't like when the question isn't anything about the lesson. But the best question is always 'Why?'. And if they answer 'Because I said so' or 'That's the way it just is' then you know they're hiding something and not telling all sides of it. I mean, maybe not in science or math classes, but…everything else." Sebastian shrugs again, "That's mostly what I ask."

"Yeah, but … /two/ year-olds just ask 'why' all the time. How's that a hard question?" Marcus asks, blinking.

That actually gets a little smirk, "Because they want to know. They want to know how the world works. Don't you? Only this time, we get to ask 'why' for the harder questions." Sebastian also leans back some on his seat, "If they're talking about some sort of superhero history and talking about some villain or another, why not ask 'Why were they so bad?' Or 'Why was this hero in the right?'

"

"I mean, if you look at most of the classic heroes and villains? It ain't that hard. The villains wanted to hurt lots of people, the heroes wanted to protect and save lots of peoples. That … don't seem that hard, bruh," Marcus reasons.

"Most people don't want to randomly go around and hurt people, you know. Sure, some real crazies might, but see? That's the black and white thinking I'm talking about," Sebastian points out.

"So, if somebody had a crappy childhood and it made them hate folks … they get a pass?" Marcus asks, an eyebrow crooking. "I mean, sure. Maybe it's good to look at what makes bad folks bad. But, if I get a call, says somebody's holding twenty people hostage, I ain't gonna stop and ask why. Holding hostages is bad, don't care who yo' daddy was. Ends don't never justify the means."

"Maybe you should be asking why they hate people and why their childhood was so crappy?" Sebastian's more casual demeanor shifts some as tension comes back into his shoulders. "And if they had such a crappy childhood, maybe something in that system needs to be fixed? Was he abused? Ignored? Bullied? Left to fend for himself? And does that mean it's ok to kill him?" There's a shake of his head, "Maybe he's holding hostages because his kid is sick and medical attention was denied and he's trying to get some attention so that she can get the help she needs. Does he deserve to die for that?"

"John Q. was /ready/ to die for it. He knew what he was doing was wrong. They still needed to stop him," Marcus says. There are very few Denzel Washington movies he /hasn't/ seen. "But, you also just assuming we always tryin'a kill the bad guys. Ask me? I think folks gettin' kilt too often. We gotta work on de-escalating and stuff. Plus, ain't nobody here taught me how to kill nothin', so I think you can hush all that mess. They ain't teachin' us to be hitmen or nothing. … unless you in some classes I ain't seen on the website …." Marcus shifts in his seat and shakes his head. "And that's the thing, man. You askin' those questions ain't hard. But it ain't something teachers can answer. So yeah, go out there, fight poverty, fight inequality, fa sho. Ain't nobody tellin' you /not/ to do that. But, being able to shoot beams of light out yo' eyes ain't gonna get nobody out the hood, me being able to punch fools real hard ain't go'n keep moms and pops from gettin' divorced, /super powers/ ain't really go'n fix the things you talkin' about. Unless you got the power to change the human heart."

"I don't expect the teachers to answer them, but to start a discussion and not just blow the questions aside. There isn't always a right or a wrong and most people aren't born bad." Sebastian scowls a little but then relaxes his expression some, "I think you'd be surprised at how many heroes think that they can just go beat up the bad guys before bringing them in. And if they do fatally injure them, 'Oops. Well, one less bad guy!'."

"Well, we got plenty of cops who think that way, so maybe I wouldn't," Marcus says with a frown. He shakes his head a little. "But, that's /why/ we gotta learn and we gotta be taught /now/. Don't need a nuke to kill a gnat. Response gotta equal the need, not exceed it." That's when Marcus' phone starts chirping in his pocket and he blinks in surprise. "Oh man! We gotta get back, that's my light's out warning!" he says as he scrambles to his feet.

"Yeah, you and I get it. Not everyone. And I bet you, most of the students here don't. That's why I ask those questions in class so maybe they'll start thinking about things like that." At the chime, he stands and picks up the packaging from the snack. "Sucks to be kids at the party then. Honestly, the last thing I need is detention."

"I dunno, man. Maybe. Till then, you can keep the helmet, I'll make another one. I got the instructions, if you wanna make yourself a spare, too. Like I said, can never be /too/ careful," Marcus indicates as he hefts his backpack onto his back once again. "I also got instructions for anti-truth serum, and how to break outta hypnosis, and how to make sure your room isn't bugged …." he trails off as he prepares to walk back to the dorms with Sebastian.

Sebastian pauses and grabs the tinfoil hat, "I probably won't wear this," he offers, but he does take it back. "I would probably not mess with any sort of serums. That just sounds…dangerous. Besides, isn't 'anti-truth' just…lying?" It's at least a lighter topic than the previous as they walk back to the dorms.

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