11555/Cookies, Kitty and Kicking Back

Cookies, Kitty and Kicking Back
Date of Scene:	26 May 2020
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Rec Room chilling's a thing...and tongue twisters happen.
Cast of Characters:	Shadowcat, Nightingale, Aerin Mifflin

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Shadowcat has posed:
The rec room is quiet for the moment. Kitty's settled on the floor relaxing, eyes fixed on the TV with a smile, popcorn bowl in her hands as she's channel surfing. Naturally, she /could/ get whatever she wants but....nah. Keep it student friendly, Kit Kat...

She's enjoying this too much, Lockheed sniffing the popcorn bowl as Kitty scritches him and shakes her head. "Nuh uh. You don't get popcorn"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oh gawd, don't tell me popcorn makes him backfire, too?" That voice belongs to a familiar winged figure, who's flopping down on a beanbag chair with a huge bowl of her own. However, when one peeks into Shannon's bowl, it's filled with an insane amount of... spinach salad. Yes, with bacon, egg, cheese, mushrooms, chicken, and a very tempting-looking dressing on top. She's dressed in some hot pink leggings and a long white t-shirt that seems to be the answer to her favored black one, with a giant pink sequined heart dead center to match the color of her leggings. For once, she's actually barefoot and it doesn't seem to matter to her one bit.

     She munches away happily on her massive bowl of spinach salad, lifting her chin towards the TV. "Whatcha watchin'?"

Shadowcat has posed:
"Nope, more I want to enjoy it all" Kitty says with a grin, looking over to Shannon. "What's up?" she asks stretching her legs out, Lockheed settling there watching the little dragon thing. Looking over at Shannon again then back to the TV, Kitty grins. "You're not going for popcorn yet?" she adds. Oh, Kitty's wearing her PJs, and looks supremely lazy today.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just shakes her head and actually grins. "Nope. Loading up on the veggies and protein today. Dunno if I had a chance to tell you yet, but I had a pretty big breakthrough a couple days ago with my gifts. And if they turn out to be anything like Triage's are, then yeah, stuff like this is a good idea for me." She's wiggling back and forth in her beanbag chair, her wings ruffling and starting to spread out as if to catch an unseen breeze.

Aerin Mifflin has posed:
Aerin steps in carrying a book, wearing her signature black turtleneck, glasses, and jeans along with some decent running shoes. She pauses as there's a...what the hell is that? Mini-dragon? She adjusts her glasses..no, that's not a dog..that's a dragon. Well..whatever. She hasn't seen stranger yet, but apparently noone is alarmed so..it's a thing.

"Miss Pryde. Shannon." she gives in greeting as she settles into a corner of one of the couches - her natural comfy habitat. Tucking her legs under her she leans into the corner. There..nice and comfy. She pulls up her hair, which about a foot from the end is tied together by a pink bow, and she has on matching pink nail polish today as well. Flinging her metal hair out across the couch she opens her book and adjusts her glasses afterwards.

Shadowcat has posed:
Well then, forgetting to use the image inducer on Lockheeed's collar is one thing, but Kitty's among her family, as it were. Kitty's good. She looks over to Shannon then to Aerin. Looking from one to the other Kitty smiles, reaching over to scritch Lockheed again, "C'mere" she says as Lockheed climbs up her arm and settles on her shoulder again, enjoying this. Looking to Shannon again Kitty quriks a brow. "Oh? You're thinking aren't you, so what went on?" she asks, debating if she wants more snacks, or to go out shopping and get more for the mansion.

Nightingale has posed:
     Smiling, Shannon waves to Aerin, balancing her bowl of greens and proteins in her left arm for a moment. "Hi! Ooo, what book is that?" Because yea, books were a good thing. She does peer curiously at Aerin's hair, but doesn't make a big thing of it. Fair is fair--curiosity can go both ways!

     As she turns to Kitty, she gulps down another bit of her spinach salad, grinning. "Well... would you be able to tell that I had to heal someone a couple days ago?" She just lets that hang in the air between them, letting Kitty absorb the implications of that.

Aerin Mifflin has posed:
Aerin evenly turns a page. "The man in the high castle." A positive story about an upbeat, friendlier Nazi american reich. Her metal-brow raises as she looks over the book. Healing someone? It wasn't Jeremy was it? Well...she supposes not. After their conversation they agreed those aren't the kind of issues that can be healed away, but must be unlearned/retrained away.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty raises a brow at the book, then looks to Shannon. "No, why?" she asks looking over to Shannon then Aerin again. That book's not one Kitty would have pegged Aerin for reading, but...Kitty's relaxed, not at her desk. Nah. Kitty'y's relaxed and enjoying the company.

"So who did you heal?" Kitty asks Shannon, then glances over to Aerin again.

Nightingale has posed:
     Unlearning or retraining was healing of a different sort, to be sure--it simply lacked the physical component one normally associates with the word. However, by the look in Shannon's eyes, and the grin that seems to keep widening bit by bit, well, it was also pretty clear this was not the type of healing she meant. "Ran into someone with wings like me in Salem Center while I was out getting pizza. They pretty much faceplanted into the pavement. Busted their right ankle, bruised their left shoulder, and broke their left wing."

     And if Kitty remembered just -how- her gift normally worked...

Aerin Mifflin has posed:
Aerin turns a page. Hail Hitler this, Hail Hitler that. Silly Nazi's and all their Hailing. Hmm. She wonders if that's where Hailing a cab came from? Well, no probably not. "Was it Warren Worthington?" she asks as she keeps her focus on her book. Seems a decent guess considering he has wings doesn't he? He probably would be out publically in the city as well.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty does remember, and glances over. "Hold on. Somebody facepalmed into the pavement? Jeez, what did you do?" kitty asks with a quiet sigh, looking cynical for a moment. "So you were just out and this person with wings faceplanted?" Kitty asks watching Shannon then Aerin again with a quiet, curious look. "You're okay though, main thing Shannon" Kitty observes and watches them both then looks over to the TV then Lockheed, who has settled on her legs relaxing. Yes, dragon, adorably cute!

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon shakes her head. "No, it wasn't. He hasn't been around much since not too long after the holidays. Guess he's got his business and everything to take care of. Too bad, kind of miss having my wing-brother around. And I seriously doubt he'd have faceplanted like that." She shrugs, and munches on her salad for a moment. "Guy's name was Zach Daniels. I'm not at all sure if he's a mutant, though, unless you've heard of one living five hundred years or more. Heck, even Logan's not quite -that- old."

     Shannon chuckles a bit, and shrugs. "Sure, anyone can faceplant. So I figured ah hell, I'm gonna wind up in the medbay again. But nope. Not this time. The healing went off without a hitch, and I'm not sure why, but this time I didn't absorb the injury. Might talk to miss Grey about that next time I run into her."

     She peers over at Aerin, the book, then back at her. "That kind of sounds like it'd be an interesting book, sort of a 'what if' scenario. Is there any chance you might be willing to let me borrow that when you're done?" Because, why not? Not her usual sort of reading, but hey--the idea behind the book sounded interesting.

Aerin Mifflin has posed:
Aerin hmmns. "Not familiar with that name." Page turn. She listens as she reads "Sure. It shouldn't take long to finish it. It's older material however it isn't the easiest read, so know that before you delve in that the content is quite unapologetic."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just chuckles softly and nods. "Noted. Though I was reading Shakespeare by age four, and the Iliad or the Odyssey aren't easy reads, either." No, it certainly seemed like this teen wasn't averse to novels other than the dime-store typical 'young adult' reading one might usually associate with her age group. "And yet, with all that, I still love things like Green Eggs and Ham, or The Cat In The Hat." The last two titles get her to giggle. "And if you've ever attempted to read Fox In Socks at breakneck speed to a kid without tripping over your own tongue and dropping a few F-bombs by mistake, well..."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty snorts at Shannon. "The pheasent plucker's son" she says through giggles. Ah she knows that one from England. Looking to Shannon Kitty shakes her head and laughs softly, shaking her head again before glancing to Aerin. "Are things like that in our library in the mansion?" she inquires. Which is code for 'if it is, I shall talk to the librarian'. And code for 'the librrary needs going over again'...

Kitty looks over to the TV again, still flipping through the channels for a moment and looks over the room again.

Aerin Mifflin has posed:
Aerin gives a roll of her shoulders "I don't know, I brought this one from home. Though I imagine it likely would be? It's a liteary part of american culture, as much as huckleberry fin would be. It also gives a good view of racism, facism, and extreme measures. I imagine it would be particuarly relevant to the subject matter that we deal with on a daily basis."

Nightingale has posed:
     Oh, it was SO on! Shannon grins over at Kitty. "I learned that one a little bit differently," she counters, and takes off at a rapid pace. "I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's mate / I'm only plucking pheasant 'cause the pheasant plucker's late!" Ha! Beat that!

     But, does she think the library needs changing? To that one, she shakes her head, and smiles. "Library's just fine," she reassures Kitty. Sure, more books were always welcome, but still, there was nothing really wrong with it, per se.

Shadowcat has posed:
What. Just what has Kitty even started? Okay. Okay, Kitty holds up her hands. "Nope, I'll go back to snacking now" Kitty says with a weary smile. As in, nope, nope. Shannon wins. Miss Lance gets a note in her file too she's very, um, skilled with vocabulary. And apparently, de-feathering fowl. Would that, Kitty wonders....and fully, fully aware of all the telepaths, be fowll deeds? Hey. She's making the telepaths suffer her puns too. Poor Jean, Betsy and Professor Xavier...

Kitty sshakes her head at Shannon, looking bemused. "Now that's lodged in my head, thank you. Do you want to schedule a session now, or later on?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon snickers, and shrugs, chowing down on her salad, contemplating the possibilities. "Not sure why I'd even need a counseling session this time. But sure, if you wanted to chew the fat over some coffee or something, I'm game. Schedule's pretty open with most classes out. I just try to save early Monday mornings for shop class."

Shadowcat has posed:
"Whenever is fine, but" Kitty shrugs, "I'm alwayys around, you know where my office is" she nods, "Or where I'm usually found hanging out, so. Oh and if you do show up....don't bring any pheasants unless it's for a demonstration in class" she adds, eyes glinting.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just grins at Kitty, and, just to be a pain in the tailfeathers, intones the /other/ version of the tongue-twister. "I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son / I'm only plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucker..." There, though, she does allow the last word to trail off into fits of giggles. "Okay, so no pheasants. Gotcha. What about coffee ane scones?"

Shadowcat has posed:
"Pheasants are a no" Kitty giggles, the giggling being contagious. "Coffee and scones? Sure thing" Kitty giggles, nodding keenly, looking over to Shannon again, before devolving into fits of cackling giggles, as Kitty gets up to take her bowl to the kitchen, Lockheed trotting along with her. "He's not a pheasant!" Kitty opines too looking to Lockheed then Shannon as Kitty opens the door for them both and slips out...still giggling.

Nightingale has posed:
     Cackling, Shannon gets up, still munching away on her bowl of salad. "He'll become one real fast if he ever eats dairy again!" the winged girl retorts. She stops to wave to Aerin and smiles. "Catch you around soon!" And with that, she's out the door, all giggles for a change.