10461/Santapool and the Snowflakes

Santapool and the Snowflakes
Date of Scene:	17 December 2019
Location:	Dining Hall - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Santapool stops by with some rather unorthodox decorations and some presents. Much laughter, frustration, and free-falling fun is had by all! Welcome, Squeakers!
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Siryn, Nightingale, Prismatic, Cannonball, Samuel Morgan

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Deadpool has posed:
There is a beautiful Christmas tree overlooking the Dining Hall. Warm and inviting, the scent of the pine is pleasant, the lights cheerful in rainbows of colors, the ornaments sparkling. It's all very great, like something from a Christmas movie where everyone gets the bbgun they wanted from Santa and so on.

Hopefully, though, people want whatever Wade is giving them, because he is squatted down next to it with a fluffy velvet dark blue sack with unknown contents. He also has a Christmas hat: it is branded with the aspect of Captain America in the front, and the fact that it is child-size also means that it is entirely ripped up the back seam to allow for Deadpool-noggin to fit.

Deadpool is also humming, some mangled version of a drumming boy that might not be appropriate for a school.

Siryn has posed:
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts in from the kitchen. Someone was brewing a pot. Or had been brewing a pot at least, as Terri now starts through the room holding a large mug that was twice the size of her fist that was emblazoned with the ever-so-clever tagline of 'This might be coffee' with coffee crossed out, and 'whiskey' written beneath it. Of course the smell alone made it obvious it was indeed coffee. Alas.

The redheaded woman pauses as she sees movement by the tree. Moreso once the figure there is taken in. She stands there staring a moment then tips back her mug to take a healthy chug of the contents letting it burn it's way down her throat. Then she lowers her mug again, still squinting, and lets out a sigh. "Dammit. I'm awake."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon has somehow managed to avoid the chaos that is the dining hall for most of the day, after returning from an outing that did not go at all well. Most of that time was divided between seeking care in the Wellness Office, and resting up in her dorm. But sooner or later, basic needs must be tended to, and chief among these is food. Maybe there's something left over in the dining hall?

However, when she slips into the room, it's definitely not anything edible she finds, but a wild Wade. A /singing/ Wade. Now that was a first. Smiling, she listens for a moment, recognizing the melody. It was a favorite seasonal tune, and she hums along, softly.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis Carr was standing at the faaaaaaarr end of the hall. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low, poofy ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a T-shirt depicting a Tyranosaurus desperately trying to drink hot cocoa. There is discoloration going down her left arm that spins in myriad, opalescent colors.

     As Shannon heads in, the brunette taps the angelic sophomore on the wing and inquires:

    "Shannon, who's that?"

Deadpool has posed:
"OUR FINEST GIFTS WE BRING, PA RUMP PUM MY BUM," sings Deadpool a lot louder. "TO BE LAID BY THE KING----"

It's all very classic lyrics that aren't distorted by a questionable Wade memory whatsoever. Or the opposite. I do what I want.

Wade fishes two handfuls of white things, weird little snow-flake paper-plastic bits, and then suddenly surges upwards, to throw them in a cluster all over the tree. They do not scatter at all, they sort of 'flump' into a patch on the tree and then start to fall everywhere, about two staying in place. They are strange little plastic bits around two inches across, cut into a variety of snowflake like shapes. Closer inspection will reveal they are empty condom packages, repurposed for festive recycling. Tis the season.

"Hi!" Wade chirps, as Shannon hums, and he stands up, in his sphere of fluttering snowflake-like bits. He spreads his arms out and to the sides in a ta-da pose.

"Ta-daLiu (talk)" That is somewhat at Alexis too. "Wait." Wade holds up a finger, and smacks his image inducer. Abruptly, he switches to a reasonable looking Santa Claus image. It's a bit Tim Allen. "There. For seasonal purposes." The voice is the same; it's still Wade in spades.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy squints at the white things being thrown about. Well it was sort of festive, sort of... "Are those..." Her eyes shut tight as she draws a single, deep breath in to hold. No. No. No alcohol. No. "What the bloody hell, Deadpool!? There's kids around here! And ones who know dem well what those are and don't need their minds going there...!" Her hand claps over her face, and she starts to pace in a tight circle muttering to herself.

"Shor, Terri, come back to school, s'all swell, ain't a thing. No no, gon' be fine..."

Abruptly she knocks back her coffee to finish it in one chug, and slams her mug down on one of the dining tables. "That," she explains waving a hand toward the Santa hologram. "Is a fecking pain in my arse. He's also called Deadpool."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows, dressed in a long white nightgown and pale blue bathrobe, that has been altered to allow for her wings. And of course, she has her favorite sheepdog slippers on! "Allegra, this is Wade. Sometimes called Deadpool. Others call him a pain in the arse, but I don't think he's all that bad."

The 'snowflakes' on the tree catch her attention, and she picks one up. The shade of red that suffuses her face when she realizes just what the snowflake was made from is priceless. Cough, cough. "Ummm... well, I suppose there's points for recycling..."

Prismatic has posed:
    "I see." is Alexis's response. She looks like she doesn't really *want* to know what the white things are after the reactions from Theresa and Shannon, buuut she picks one up. She looks at it. She turns it around and she looks at 'Santa Wade', levels an eye at him, takes a breath and lets it out as she looks up at the tree.

    "I see, indeed." she replies, and she keeps her cool when she goes and just start collecting the wrappers.

    "You have a last name, Santa, or shall I just address you as Mr. Arse?" she inquires, politely as she does crack a little bit of a smile at him.

Deadpool has posed:
"Fecking? Fecking. Feck feck feck. Doesn't really carry the same sort of force, I feel like, and it's trouble with auto-correct. Try 'fork' if you are going to downplay it. Then autocorrect isn't trying to chew off your fingers," Santapool chimes, stepping forwards, but slips and slides a little on the slippery snowflake-packets, so he stops, and instead looks down at them. There's no comedic fall on his back Home Alone style: not yet, anyway. Instead, Santapool bends to his bag to get another two handfuls, as if he were about to throw them on the tree, but pauses as Shannon gives her contribution to the situation.

"I am all for recycling, leftovers, and sloppy seconds," Wade says helpfully, and then FLOOFs out the packets to the tree. He does better this time (practice makes perfect) but a lot of them fall near his feet and loosely around on the floor. About eighty percent of the display is now on the floor.

A few more fall.

Eighty-eight percent: floor.

"I do have one, Allegra. So polite you are. Nobody calls me by it until they want me to do something I won't enjoy, though. Since I want to enjoy today, let's do 'Wade' or 'Deadpool'. Or 'Mr. Arse'. I really don't mind attention called to it. One of my finer features."

Santapool turns around to show them. Unfortunately it is a BIG Santa-ass, so his point doesn't really follow very well. But then Santapool twerks.

Sorry not sorry.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the room, having just got in from errands, or work or some such. As he walks into the room hearing who is here. he seriously considers turning around and walking out of the room, but he actually likes three of four people in the room. He will walk over and puts an arm around Alexis, and says "What's Wade Kringle up to tonihgt?'

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy reaches for her mug again only it's empty. Probably a good thing. It's just gripped tight, and thankfully super strength isn't her power. "He's up ta prophelactic snowfall apparently," she mutters in response to Sam. Reaching up to pinch at the bridge of her nose again she sinks down to sit heavily. "Don't... Don't do that, Wade. That's very... just don't."

Santa. Twerking.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Mr. Kringle has decided that he's going to cover Kurt's decorating with... his own contribution." Alexis states, and she holds up one of the condom wrappers.

    "And well, Wade, unfortunately thi isn't a good form of recycling. Some of these could cause a student to slip and fall, or catch on fire from the fireplace and cause damage to our home. You wouldn't want to make us Homeless for the holidays, would you?" she inquires, and then realizes what might have happened by 'his own contribution.

    "... I may need gloves."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Holy hell, when did Santa learn moves like that?" First, Shannon's eyebrows go up, and then she just grins from ear to ear, and... oh dear god, is she? Yes, she's actually cheering Santa-Wade on! While she's not nearly as coordinated, she still does a little twirling step, the wind from her wings sending a flurry of 'recycled' snowflakes flying everywhere, onto -everyone-. "Go, Wade, go!"

Deadpool has posed:
"Yes, I have nearly fallen on my own ass doing this; they ARE slippery---," Wade agrees. He'd paused to attend to Allegra's concerns, but then Shannon wants more. Still, he finishes with Allegra's queries first: "Fireplace? That's a stretch. Someone would have to track them into a place where there's a fireplace," Wade says. One is now stuck to his face. He pulls it off with two fingers. "Although some are sticky for a reason that is, as yet, unidentified."

He happily bounces backwards in two bounds to get up into her personal space to continue the twerking dance, laughing with a joy normally reserved for children or people that aren't murdering mercenaries that have SEEN some shit.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy just sort of stares as this get continually worse. She looks over to Sam hoping to find some help there as the others have clearly lost their minds. Then again she was debating the merits of sanity right now herself. "If this keeps up, I'm going to scream," she warns simply and very calmly. "Because that's the only reasonable thing for me to do."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie frowns at the display "Not the worst thing Ah have seen him putting on the floor." He sighs and starts to say something but stops and looks over and seems to think a moment "Ok, wade, can't use there ornaments at a school. If you want to add something to the tree, it needs to be ok for all ages by my standards and not something someone can easily get hurt by. You go by those rules, and you can add something to the tree.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon can't help laughing as well, it seems she's found herself a dance partner. Somehow she manages to retain an inch or two of personal space in the meantime, keeping the twerking dance at least semi-appropriate. It's an odd sight, the image of Santa twerking, an angel in sheepdog slippers twirling and swaying, and overall mayhem reigning supreme in the dining hall. But hey, it's the holiday season at Xavier's--what could /possibly/ go wrong?

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis looks down, she frowns, and she drops the assorted condom wrappers she was holding, holds her hands out in front of her and states "I'm going to wash my hands and grab the broom an' dustppaaaaand did you seriously address me by Allegra?" she asks, turning and pointing at Santa.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade doesn't stick to plans for very long: Don't worry, Terri. He bounces away from Shannon at the threat of screaming, towards his bag, and squats there, digging around. He draws out a silver and blue wrapped package, and then a marker from somewhere on his belt area. He scratches out the 'ORORO' on the 'to' tag, and writes in Terri's name. He then confidently strides towards her, with the gift outstretched. "Cry not, for you are on Santapool's nice list," Wade says soothingly.

A strong side-eye is given to Samuel, as if the request he'd made was crazy. "I took the condoms /out/ of them," he says, as if that should really give him a lot of credit. "And I spent a lot of time snipping them. Well, okay, the blind children at the community service center that did it did, but I did have to wait for them to do it. If they are ON the tree, nobody but me will be slipping on them. Unless you have other tree-jumpers in this school, and then you have entirely OTHER problems that little plastic wrapper removal will not alleviate, I am afraid."

Santapool zeroes in on Alexis's question. "Yes. She called you Allegra. Are you NOT an allergy medication? At least you're non-drowsy?"

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy looks rather... hesitant when Wade strides up to give her Ororo's apparent gift. What could he have possibly gotten Ororo that he was then regifting her? Curiosity gets the best of her even though deep down she feels as if she's about to open a trap. Likely a trap. "Wade..." She begins with a tone of warning to her voice that simply fades off with a little sigh. It *was* christmas time darnit. Without a word she opens the package. Carefully.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the other man and says "We don't need kids brushing against the tree and these getting stuck on them then asking us what they are. We have a whole school of teenagers and do not need them getting more ideas than they already have. Besides I thought you would want something special on the tree, something from the heart, from nor from within.

Prismatic has posed:
    "My names Alexis, I'm an assistant teacher at the school. I am certainly not an allergy medication!" she states sternly, as if.. really, it meant anything. She exhales, foes to swipe some flyaways out of her face, remembers just what she's been touching and, miraculously retaining her composure, goes off to find that broom and dust pan.

    "Sam's right, especially since some of the poor lads and lasses won't be seeing family for the holidays... rather have 'peace on earth'."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon doesn't have the broom and dustpan, so she does her best to pick up the ahem, 'snowflakes' that have fallen from the tree, with an apologetic smile to Santapool. "Hey, you tried. But ummm... yeah, maybe Sam's right. If you want, maybe I could help you with some decorations for the tree a little later?"

She offers an apologetic smile to Alexis, and shrugs. "Sorry about that. But you're the one that wanted me to call you by that name. It fits you so well, with your music."

Deadpool has posed:
Santapool was all happy at first. At first. Until she starts to UNWRAP IT.

"WHAT kind of holiday gift HEATHEN are you?!" Wade asks at top volume, horrified. "Do all your gifts need to say 'do not open before Christmas' on them or you can't restrain yourself?" He gasps, unable to fathom the whole situation, one hand brought up to his forehead. He stumbles backwards --- and slips on the packets on the floor. This time, he does fall on his back: with a LOT of air, like a Home Alone burglar. CRASH. Because he did it entirely on purpose.

"I //just can't//," he sobs, rolling over onto his face, and triggers his teleporter. And with that, Santapool is gone. In a flurry of fluttering white condom wrappers shaped into snowflakes.

He left his Santa bag behind, contents clearly housing a few more presents, wrapped.

Then the bag makes a little noise. Scratch-scratch? goes the bag. Scratch scratch scratch, like an animal is in it. There's also a sad tinny noise. IT'S ALIVE.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy rolls her eyes upward with an 'uuuugh' of annoyance as she stops unwrapping it at least. "Well fer crying out loud! Most folks want ta see ya open it! Daft man." She plops it down beside her on the table and crosses her arms over her chest looking sullen, and grumpy. Grump.

Prismatic has posed:
    "We'll... have to have a talk about that a bit later, Shannon." Alexis states, somewhat embarrassedly, and she turns to Sam, watching as Deadpool Claus leaves his sack for the /good/ little boys and girls of the school. "He's mad, isn't he?" she asks with a bit of reflection -- and that's when, from the bag, there arrose a small clatter. She blinks, and intent on finding out just which box is containting some animal she goes "... utterly mad!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Into the mayhem, into the madness, utterly unsuspecting, in walks Bean with Bear at his side. The canine, in his working vest, takes a glance around the room and angles in front of Bean, who takes a slight detour at Bear's insistence, going wide around the sprinkling of 'snowflakes' and staying a few feet away from everyone. Personal space preserved. "Okay, I'm not an expert, but something looks a bit off in here. Aside from the condom wrappers and the fake Santa bag."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie starts to step towards the bag, but is beaten to it, it seems. He will says "See what is in it before you let it out." He does not trust santapool at all it seems. He looks over to Alexis, and says "Quite but semi harmless, unless he has reason not to be." He will look around to see if Santapool is around still watching

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon hangs her head in a bit of shame, having fouled up. Well, so much for doing things right. Her wings droop ever so slightly, and she seems intent for the moment on picking up the mess of 'snowflakes'. That is, until...

...YIP! YIP! Something was trapped inside the big velvet bag! Her brows furrow, and her handfuls of snowflakes are dropped on the ground, in favor of crouching down by the bag, finding the source of that sound, and setting it free. "Hey... what are you doing in there? Come on out, it's okay...." The box is found, withdrawn from the bag, and unwrapped. Traditions be damned, she was not going to let something living stay cooped up in that package!

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy stares over at the yipping bag a moment. Longer than a moment. She shifts where she sits to move from the chair up to the tabletop. Why? Because she has a bad feeling. Things were never quite that easy with Deadpool, were they? Maybe they'd be lucky. Maybe it'd be a puppy, or a kitten, or... Hell she'd take a New York sewer rat at this point. So long as it was something manageable. But until she knew for sure she was taking the high ground.

Deadpool has posed:
There is indeed a red and white box with cheerful Christmas trees making that pitiful little scratching sounds. Since it's wrapped, it will be hard to tell what it is until it's open. It did have a tag on it, which falls away as the wrapping does. The cardboard box, once the tape is removed, reveals a tiny kitten fluffball. It is black and white, with moo-cow spots. He huddles down in a scrap of towel and kitten food in the corner of the box when the top opens, staring with HUGE eyes at Shannon.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis looks on as Shannon pulls the furball from the box, and she leans back on one hand, looking to the tag on the box, and she shrugs.

    "Whosoevereth pulls this creature from the box, shall forever be known as the Rightful Ruler of Kitten." she replies dryly, and looks at the tag.

    "You're going to need kitten food for it."

Deadpool has posed:
The kitten looks like it was in a box wrapped by Deadpool. That's a special sort of 'stare'. The tag had Jubilee, then it was crossed out, then Cyclops, then crossed out, then Scott. It's probably not REALLY important that the gift of the little boy kitten found the correct person. Just that it's not still in a box.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon scoops up the little kitten in her arms and just holds the little moo-spotted furball, shifting to sitting down on the floor. That piteous little mewling sound just hits her right in the feels, and she's gone all mothering on the little fuzzball. It's such a cute, squeaky little meow, and she can't help giggling. Especially when that little pink nose touches her fingertip and... d'awww, she gets a kitty kiss! There is the biggest smile ever on her face, and her eyes are just shining as she peers up at Alexis.

"Yeeeah, think I'll have to make a quick shopping trip tomorrow. A carrier for this little guy, some dishes, kitten food... I can sew some toys and a little cat bed, that's no problem there." She does a quick check to see if it's a boy or a girl. Yep. Definitely a boy. "You know, little guy... think I'll call you Squeakers."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to Bean, and says "Anything in the bag seem to have a timer, wanting to go boom or anything along those lines?" He asks the man who can talk to the mechanical. He hmms a bit as more animals are brought into the school. He has a feeling something might be said about that soon if there is more, but hey one of his best friends brought a pegasus home, what can he say

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Kitten? Kitten! Bear's ears perk all the way forward, and the well trained Shepherd twitches his tail constantly, really wishing he could shoot off and say hello. He might even get his chance as Bean simply nods and approaches the pile of, for want of a better word at the moment, presents. "I'm getting a very Wade Wilson vibe from all this. One second, I'll have them checked in no time." Senses stretch out, the presents are checked.

    In the mean time, Bear turns his face to Squeakers and gives the fluffball a large doggie smile, dangling tongue and all. The Shepherd gets along with all creatures great and small, it seems, even those complex bipedal ones called 'humans'. So of course he's going to be kind to a little kitten.

    "All clear. If anything is going to blow up, it's not active yet."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy eases her way down off the table to move forward with a sigh. At least she'd managed not to slip on any of those sticky snowflakes that were littered around as she approaches. "I don't think he'd bring bombs in here. He *is* a bit insane, but ... We're not his targets. He was doing what he thought was a good and jolly fun." Now that the source of her major aggravation was gone she'd managed to get her accent under control once more. It was still there, though no where near as deep. When her emotions got the best of her is when it got much worse. An easy tell.

"It is a cute kitten and it looks like Bear wants to be a poppa," she teases seeing the working dog's tail wagging away.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis looks over at Bear's reaction, and gives a nod to Bean before she looks to Theresa, then goes to hop up to continue on her way to grab a broom to knock all the 'snowflakes' down -- when she too slips on the condom packages, her leg going up in the air as she flails, twists herself about and attempts to come down gracefully, slips on another couple of condom wrappers and then she takes a very not-graceful tumble, and lands face-first on the floor.

Nightingale has posed:
     The newly-named Squeakers lets out a mighty 'mew', at least for his diminutive size, at the much larger Bear. On an older cat, it might actually have come out as a yowl, but with the kitten, it's just a tiny little 'squeak'. Shannon curls her arms protectively about the kitten, and keeps a watchful eye on the interaction between the two four-legged furry friends. Thankfully, there's no hissing involved, and the kitten's ears only flatten just a tiny bit. Shannon reaches out to gently scratch Bear's ears with one hand, while letting the kitten burrow down in the safe haven of her other arm. "See? A friend."

     She glances over as she hears Alexis fall, but can't quite make it over to help. Nor has she been blind to the prismatic bruising on her sista from another mista, but she also learned the hard way that to attempt a healing would, at this point, likely not quite go as planned. "You okay there?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will walk over and is carefull with his steps. He will squat down to offer Alexis a hand up, and says "You ok hon?" He looks over and says "Looks like we got a bit of cleaning to do, and Joe may have a student to teach to cat." He will make sure he is steady for helping Alexis.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There are no growls, no loud noises... just Bear sitting there and looking as non-threatening as a GSD can ever be. That is, until Alexis starts to fall, and then there is an almighty 'WHURF!' as he bounds towards the prone mutant, putting a protective paw on her back and barking loudly again to indicate that someone needs help. The din stops the moment Sam arrives, and Bear walks in a circle around the two, as if to ensure nobody gets too close.

    Bean, for his part, smiles at his canine companion's behavior, but orders Bear back with a sharp, modulated whistle. As soon as the shepherd is back, he gets a treat. Good boy!

Prismatic has posed:
    Laying face-down on the floor brings a new appreciation to Allegra Caradenza about how hard the nannies of the othr children she attended school with probably had to work through the little ingrates lives.

    But Bear goes to the rescue, a mighty ROA..er... WHURF from the shepard before Sam makes his way over.

    "No, no, simply flipping all around assorted snowflake rubber wraps after a madman gifted someone a kitten and warned us to not open it until Christmas has given me new appreciation for life." she states, "... so just my pride. Mostly." she gives a small smile, and rubs the back of her head a moment. "THank you, Bean, Bear, good dog." she states in a calm voice, and sits up.

    "I might have been more harsh on Wade than I should have been."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, I couldn't very well listen to that, could I? Something /alive/ was in there, it would've been very different if left in there till Christmas!" Shannon gets to her feet, with Squeakers in her arms, and the box with the kitten food in it in her hand. There's a little mewling sound from her arms as she makes her way over to help Allegra to her feet, brows furrowed with concern at all the bruising.

     "Okay, what happened? You're pretty tough stuff. Last time I saw bruises like that on you, was when Sam had tested you in the DR."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie helps Alexis up to her feet and makes sure she is steady. He grins a bit at her, and says "We will get it cleaned up, he is sorta a mini hurricane that comes through the school once a month or so ussually.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The bruises had not gone unnoticed. But Bean isn't going to ask anything unless and until Alexis feels comfortable bringing it up by herself. So instead he heads off towards the kitchen for a dustpan and broom, figuring that this is one mess that needs cleaning up sooner rather than later if it managed to get the Ballet teacher to fall.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Oh... I ah.." Alexis replies, looking at Shannon, then Bean -- and Bean goes towards the dustpan and broom, so there goes that escape. She gives a moderate pout, then rubs the back of her head.

    "I helped a friend who was in a moped accident by taking their gig at a gala for rabid squirrel treatments when a bunch of mer-mercenaries came in, shot the place up. There was a tiger, The Wasp, Captain America, a rhinocerous and I was very briefly taken hostage. Had to shoot myself in the left breas to escape, but I think I broke his leg in the process..." she states, her voice rising in pitch at the end.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lofts her eyebrows, gingerly scritching her little furball between the ears. "I think we're all glad you're okay. But maybe if you let Chris or I check you out in the wellness office, it'd set a few minds at ease?" She keeps her voice calm and gentle, now as much for Alexis as for her little charge. "Tough as you are, I think whoever tried to get to you probably got the worse end of the deal."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There are a few target words that Bean picks up on, even halfway across the room, coming back with a broom, a dustpan and a brush. Mercenaries. Place shot up. Hostage. Bear, even as he's trying to get one of the 'snowflakes' to stop sticking to his right front paw, picks up on a shift in body language that a human might easily miss and makes sure to walk as closely next to Bean as he can, nudging his legs every so often just to remind him that he's there.

    Sweep sweep, goes the broom for the sweeper. A pile of ersatz flakes forming rapidly. "That can be a very traumatic experience. If you would like to talk about it, I'd be very happy to listen. Listen, and possibly offer insights, but that's optional."

    "Mister Guthrie, I would like to discuss an idea with you for a Danger Room lesson. One, I think, that most people would benefit from."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Tha's right. If anyone ever tells you ballet is too girly, tell them your not-at-all-combat-trained-friend broke someone's leg with a heel to the outside of their knee, courtesy of ballet training." Alexis states, and she pauses, looking to Bean a moment, and then she raises a hand and puts it over hr left breast, where apparently she shot herself at close range. The Tee covers most of the bruising there.

    "I wouldn't trouble you like that, Bean. I thought perhaps of speaking to Jean, or Kitty or Kurt. You have enough weight on your young shoulders for now... and thank you for grabbing the broom." she states gently, looking over the little gathering.

    Her hands shake, an press down into her thighs. "I've already started taking steps to ensure that will never happen again."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises and he looks over to Bean. "What you got in mine?" He moves to put an arm around Alexis, "A kick to the outside of the ballet training huh?" he thinks back to a specific incident with some goons and Alexis. He says "My Girl friend kicks ass."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles lightly and nods towards Alexis. "Bean might not have all the answers, and I sure don't, nobody ever does. But all of us have two good ears to bend each, if you need. And all of us here have been through our fair share of things, I think." She glances down at Squeakers, who by now is looking up at Alexis with those big blue eyes, the color of which have not shifted to their adult hue. "You'd be welcome to stop by my dorm for some proper hot tea and chitchatting, if you want."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I see a mess, I clean it. All part of the service." Bean smiles his usual smile, piling up all the faux flakes and then picking the last few from the tree where they actually managed to get stuck. That only leaves him to kneels down and brush the pile into the dust pan. And voilà, no more age inappropriate littering.

    "I've been shot at more times than I care to remember, Miss Carr. Talking about it stopped bothering me about a year ago. The offer stands." he mentions as he cleans up the last of the mess, peels the stuck flake from Bear's paw and then stands, talking to Sam as he carries the attempted recycling to the actual recycling.

    "A lesson about guns. The concept of the reactionary gap, difference between concealment and cover, that sort of thing. Basic strategies of what to do when being shot at or held at gunpoint."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Knees, actually, and assorted other weak-spot joints that don't have good armoring." Alexis states, leaning against Sam slightly. She's gone pale, though. Color draining from her skin.
    "N-no, Bean, Shannon. You two are my friends, yes, but you are also my students." she breathes out, "But for what my word is worth, I swear upon Saint Cecelia's that I shall talk to someone should it bother me more than a few nights." she promises.

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Shannon smiles softly, and nods. "Hey, you're dating my brother from another mother. I think that qualifies as a bit more than 'friend', or just 'student'. Don't worry," she teases, her eyes twinkling just a little bit. "I won't use that come exam time." The promise to talk to someone is enough to mollify her for now, apparently. It was one she knew all too well.

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Samuel Guthrie rubs "Alexis' side, and says "I think it is more, want to be there for you guys, but will say the fact that you have similar experience is a good thing to talk about. Ah am going to be working on most peoples hand to hand soon testing and probably at the first week or two of the year checking on your power progresses

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    "Hand to hand is worthwhile, but dealing with firearms is a specific set of skills that needs to be trained separately, Mister Guthrie. I have the experience, let me teach." It's about as close as Bean has ever gotten to asking for a favor, making sure the last of the would-be-but-not-quite-festive-snow is binned and then the broom and dustpan replaced in their proper spot. A job worth doing is worth doing properly.

    "And I don't think my abilities were ever actually tested, Mister Guthrie."

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    Alexis gives a small, wry smile at Shannon. "ah, that means you are absolutely biased and therefore should certainly /not/ play the part of counselor." she states, leaning over and poking at Shannon's side as Squeakers continues to look adorble. She snugs on Sam, and draws herself to a stand as she looks at her arm, then breathes out.

    "Maybe a lesson on handling firearm situations would be a good thing to try, Bean." she confirms, then looks at the group.

    "I'm afraid I'll have to retire for the evening, ladies, gentlemen, small cows." she gives a small smile, leans over and kisses Sam's head, and bidding the others goodnight goes to return to her room in the Faculty hall.

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Shannon winces slightly as her side is poked, just a little too close to her right hip. But she smiles and chuckles softly. "Hey. I might be biased, but admit it, you love it." Her smile widens and she inclines her head. "Rest well. I'll leave a message with Chris to have a look at those bruises, make sure everything's healing okay."

Sam's talk of hand-to-hand lessons gets a fairly emphatic nod from her. "About blooming time! Some of us have only been asking for what, a few months now? And firearms...?" Here, she glances over at Bean, raising her eyebrows. "Heck, lessons on both couldn't hurt. The sooner, the better."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Will let you go over a class with Shannon and Alexis and see how you do then we will see if will let you teach others. He stands and kisses Alexis, and says "Need me to get you anything if I go out before bed hon?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Fair enough." Bean stands with his hands behind his back, giving a half bow, deep nod to Alexis. "Good night, Miss Carr."

Nightingale has posed:
Both Sam's and Alexis get a one-armed hug from Shannon and she smiles, cradling Squeakers in her other arm. "I'm really glad to have all of you in my life. Couldn't ask for a better Christmas present than that." To which there is a rather indignant-sounding little 'miaow', and that wide-eyed, pawsitively adorable look from her little charge. She laughs softly, and dips her head down to nuzzle that little furry face gently. "Yes, I know, a shopping trip to get some things for you tomorrow, hmm?"

     Merry Christmas, indeed. Could it get any better than this?