<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Mgosuzz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bridgette Desjardins<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridgett’s Room - her home<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Tusday September 10th - 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wakana Hana<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bridgette and Bridge are cooking together when they hear the knock on the door. Bridgette goes to answet while Bridge continues prepping the meal.<br/><hr/><br/>A cheese platter was on the kitchen table. The two versions of Bridgette had pecked away at it, savoring the strong cheeses while they sipped gingerly at white wine. Neither had gotten through their first glass. Bridgette wasn’t much of a drinker, the wine went spectacularly well with the sharp, and flavorful cheeses on the plate: Sharp cheddar, Comte, Goat Gouda, Camembert, Brillat-Savarin, Stilton, Manchego, and Mimolette were all represented on the platter along with some crackers, and crisps. Olives and Grapes were also available, garnishing the plate on the side.<br/><br/>It hadn’t exactly been an easy conversation. But it hadn’t been difficult either. It was peculiar, how similar these two were, Hana and Bridgette. And, of course, how wildly different they were. They were both Empaths, and both of their powers included some kind of music. While Hana’s power was associated with playing and hearing music; Bridgette always heard music playing from other people, as if everyone was a small speaker playing the tunes of their hearts.<br/><br/>It seemed that music and emotions were tied together in a spiritual way, something divine was in the twelve notes of music that repeated on top of each other through the octaves, like the layers of petals in a flower.<br/><br/>Even with their empathic natures, it had been sort of tricky to communicate. Both of them had thick accents, while Hana’s was Japanese, Bridgette’s was French. And, it was a challenge to find the right words for a few specific things. The invitation had been offered though, after the comparative religions class that day. Ms. Desjardins was always aware when another Empath was at the school, Xavier always let her know so that she could help the student understand how powerful emotions could be, and what an Empath was capable of. She’d yet to discover any mutant with empathic powers that wasn’t also very good at sensing other’s feelings.<br/><br/>She wanted to be in a private setting with Hana, due to the language barrier, it really felt like the two of them would need space to be themselves, and a public environment made that difficult. Inside of Bridges’ dining room, with a home cooked French meal, and a single glass of white wine would help with a lot of public anxieties. Bridgette wanted to be a motherly figure for Hana. She had only known the young Japanese woman for a few hours, and she already felt very protective of her. She hoped that this night would go well… both of her.<br/><br/>Bridgette and her Beta, Bridge were both active in the kitchen. She’d spent the last two hours cooking, and preparing a meal. ‘Chicken Cordon Bleu’ was the main dish, but she was also going to serve ‘Broccoli and Cauliflower Gratin’ on the side. Finally, she was steaming asparagus on the stove to round out the meal. The Chicken Cordon Bleu had been prepared, and it was staying hot on the stove as the Gratin was baking.<br/><br/>“I wish I had two kitchens as well.” Both Bridgettes laughed, but the Beta had spoken. They could have done the cooking in half of the time if they had two oven’s to access. But, the world wasn’t perfectly made for her, so she made due. There wasn’t much to do in the kitchen at that point, a lot of the hard work had already been finished, now the two of them were mostly keeping up with dishes that they’d dirtied during preparation.<br/><br/>“Zaht would make zings easier, yes.” Bridgette was wearing the same thing she’d worn for school that day, but she’d taken off a few layers now that she was home and cooking, her black jeans and the tank top (http://i.imgur.com/VKeSKB5.jpg) that she was wearing now made her professional appearance before degrade away, and she looked rather vulnerable now. Bridge, her Beta had been wearing something more fun and jovial all day, A pretty, lacy sundress (http://i.imgur.com/eZOyMDX.jpg). While Beta washed the dishes, getting her hands wet and dirty, Bridgette was drying the silverware and the pans, and returning them to the cupboard.<br/><br/>She’d fried ham in a cast iron skillet. She was applying some oil to the skillet with a towel, when she heard a knock on the door. “Zaht must be her, yeah?” Beta said, looking over to Bridgette. “Yes, has to be.” Bridgette set the skillet down on the dining room table, as she was only half way done preparing it to be stored. Both of the Bridgettes were without shoes or socks. Bridgette kept her floors very clean, and exercised the Japanese tradition of removing shoes before entry, she was relatively excited for Hana to learn this.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>Her feet padded across the room as she made for the door. Opening it, she smiled at Hana, instantly hearing the music coming from the beautiful young girl once again. Even when Hana wasn’t playing an instrument, Bridgette could hear her violin, a background track that was Hana’s presence.<strong>“Hello Beautiful! Please, come in. remove your shoes, and follow me.” </strong>She was trying extra hard to control her accent. There was one benefit to the two of them each learning English later in life. Neither of them spoke with a familiar approach to the language, so the simple words that Bridgette used almost sounded like something Hana would say herself.<br/><br/>As Bridgette made her way inside, she spoke to Hana over her shoulder.<strong>“Dinner is almost done.”</strong><br/><br/><em><strong>“About ten minutes.” </strong></em>Beta added, the Bridgette in the sundress. As Bridgette brought the cast iron skillet back to the kitchen, her Beta entered the room to greet Hana as well.<em><strong>“Hello Beautiful.”</strong></em>She started with the same phrase, by accident. She had not planned to repeat herself, and she hadn’t heard the first Bridgette say it.<em><strong>“I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.” </strong></em>She gestured back to her other self as the two of them stood side by side, each looking at Hana.<br/><br/><em><strong>“We are bohz me. We bozh were zehre… in comparative religions… We Bohz remember zah class.”</strong></em>It might have been hard for Hana to understand that Bridgette taught twice as many classes as a normal teacher, and by the end of the day, each of them had the memories of every lesson, and every student. Being in two places at once had many benefits.<em><strong>“I’m going to keep cooking,” </strong></em>Said the Summer dressed Bridgette.<br/><br/><strong>“We will talk.”</strong>The Bridgette in the black tank top said. The two versions of Bridges exchanged a look and a loving squeeze of their hands, almost like the two of them were a married couple. Then, they parted. The woman in the summer dress went back to the kitchen, and the woman in the tank top went to the dining room table.<strong>“Come, sit wihz me.”</strong>She sat down there.<strong>“I hope my accent isn’t too hard to understand.” </strong><br/><br/>The other Bridgette came in, passively carrying that cheese platter.<em><strong>“Here, I will leave zihs.”</strong></em>She set down the display of exotic french cheeses and grapes beside Hana.  She scurried away again, back into the heat of the kitchen.<br/><br/><strong>“Help yourself.”</strong>Bridgette did so, taking a small chunk of blue stilton to her lips. She savored the harsh flavor, and closed her eyes as her tongue worked the cheese against her teeth. She swallowed and looked at Hana with a pleasant expression.<strong>“I asked zah professor if I could give zeh students wine. He said that one glass was ok. If you would like one now, and one later, wifz dinner, zat is ok. We can get you wine.” </strong><br/><br/><strong>“I hope everyzing is going well for you here. Are making friends?”</strong>