11670/Recreational Relaxation is Rewarding

Recreational Relaxation is Rewarding
Date of Scene:	25 June 2020
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	And a lesson in pool and hummus snacks were enjoyed by all
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Shadowcat, SpyderByte, Phoenix, Red, Nightingale

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Beast has posed:
The Recreation Room is full of activities for people to partake in. Most of those activities are of the really fun variety. Many of those are in use by students at this time.

One of the non-students is doing something fun, as well. Hank McCoy is just finishing up a lesson for some students. That lesson just happens to involve the pool table, "Just remember, while geometry is fundamental to a good game of billiards, one must also realize that physics is key as well. Without an understanding of surface tension and knowledge of how an object's rotation can alter it's course you'll never be able to make it as a hustler." The blue furred fellow smiles at his own little joke and then tells the kids he's talking to, "That's the impromptu lesson for this morning. Put what you learned into action next time you play and you should see an improvement in your game. Class dismissed."

As the kids depart the teacher steps away from the pool table and heads towards the fridge off to the side to get himself a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap he takes a drink and looks over the rest of the room, contentedly watching the other folks there enjoy themselves.

Shadowcat has posed:
Pool lessons. Why weren't those a thing when she was getting her butt handed to her by Gambit and Shannon? Kitty smirks and looks to Hank, "You want to teach them to play, you get Gambit to teach....hang o, no, we don't want our students learning from him" Kitty says with a grin, "I got my ass kicked by he and Miss Lance, so....I could use pool lessons. You'd think" she adds walking to the pool table as she speaks, "You'd think me spending a year in England where every inn and public house has a pool table and a dart board, I'd be good. I still say he cheated, I told Gambit not to cheat" Kitty says...even though her eyes are full of amusement. She doesn't really care if Remy cheated or not, it wa fun, something she's been lacking with her work.

"Good to see you around, by the way" Kitty nods to Hank, as she leans against the table and studies it. "Mind if I rack the balls up and practice for a bit?"

SpyderByte has posed:
One student in particular is tucked away in the back of the Rec Room. Though he was paying attention to the lecture, he was not joining in with the conversation. Jeremy, as always, is wearing his over sized black hoodie, curled up in the corner of a couch as if he shoved himself into it, and is typing away at a laptop. At times, his hand will jerk upwards into the air to 'grab something', followed by throwing it downwards towards his laptop. When it happens, a new screen appears and he starts to work upon it.

The hood is pulled over his head, leaving only a shock of black hair sticking out. He's now wearing spiked dog collars, chains hooked to his pants and all black clothing. Kind of a Goth, without the makeup or fingernail polish. He's just a blob of black, stuck on the couch. The green keys of his keyboard lights up with each rapid press of his fingers that glides along it. No sounds come out of it either as he has it on mute. At times, his lips will move, but he doesn't speak a word.

Phoenix has posed:
It's a two coffee sort of morning and Jean is just making her way down the hallway from the kitchens with her refill held close at hand as if wafts seam. She pauses as she hears some familiar non-student voices and leans into the doorway of the rec room. "Asking Remy not to cheat is like asking a penguin to fly instead of swim. Also, good mor-- afternoon everyone." She corrects as she glances towards the clock.

She steps into the room properly then to find herself a seat between the bulk of student activity and the pool table. She's not dressed for work, in just dark jeans and a long line pale green t-shirt. The benefits of summer and making your own schedule. There's a moment taken for a sip of coffee as she looks to the table, "Teaching the kids how to make some spare money on the side, Hank?"

Beast has posed:
"I'm sure Remy is a fine teacher, but having the children hustled for their pocket money may leave a bad taste for the game in their mouth," Hank says to Kitty with a grin and a wink. He carries his water back in her direction and nods to the table, "Please help yourself. I don't have any more lessons schedule for the rec room at this time."

Jeremy is given a glance and a nod, the teacher trying not to bother him while he's engrossed in his electronics. Jean's entrance is met with another smile, "Good afternoon." Then there's a deep, warm chuckle, "I was giving a practical physics lesson that incorporated elements of geometry to demonstrate how different disciplines work hand in hand. If our pupils decide to play for money we can only hope that they best their opponents."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty laughs, not giggles, "You know, you're both right" Kitty nods looking to Jeremy, "Hey, I was going to head out to Salem Center late if anyone wanted to come along for food and shopping" Kitty offers to the whole room. "Admittedly, my billiards experience is watching snooker on TV and drunk people in English pubs" Kitty shrugs grabbing a cue. "Alright then. Yeah though I was being hopeful" kitty asides to Jean, "Miss Lance was trying to make me lose, however" Kitty says, "I doubt our handyman wants kosher food and no alcohol, so...."    
Short version: Kitty likes not being clawed by an angry Logan. Jeremy gets a second glance and Kitty smiles. He's settled in great, Kitty thinks. "Hey, Jeremy?" Kitty asks, "I think there's snacks in the fridge, you want one? I was gonna start on themm and figured I'd share"

SpyderByte has posed:
There is a slight tilt of the head from Jeremy as he hears his name. His dark eyes peek out from behind the shadows of his hood. He looks tired, which means he most likely hasn't gone to bed yet, or even moved from this spot on the couch. He's practically a fixture now in the corner of the Rec Room. This is how he 'socializes'.

He opens his mouth to answer, then pauses as a look of discomfort falls upon his face. ".. K." He rasps the word out softly. His fingers give another rapid stroke along the keys quickly. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. He gives another glance up to McCoy, then looks back towards his screen as his body hunkers down some more, curling inwards. Smoosh.

Phoenix has posed:
"We only teach the most applicable life lessons here." Jean remarks with a quiet, good natured chuckle as she raises her coffee mug in a salute. "Because saving the world does not pay the insurance bills." Mention then of leaving Logan without bacon and beer brings the redheaded woman to grimace and looking like she'd make a warding gesture against evil if it didn't mean she'd have to let go of her coffee. "Oof. Please don't inflict that kind of torture on me, Kitty, that's a terrifying mental image."

She looks over towards Jeremy then as he's spoken to. Her eyes glance towards his computer before looking back to the student himself. "Mm, Jeremy, if you wanted to head back down at any point too and try some other exercises, let me know. Not the same as last, but some more things geared towards your specific abilities."

Beast has posed:
"Pool is a game of strategy, like many others. The difference is that it also requires a keen eye and a steady hand, in addition to a good grasp of science," Hank says as he watches Kitty take her cue. "Reading a book or two on the subject might help improve your game immensely, too. I can't claim to be knowledgeable about the finer tactical decision making."

Hey, Jeremy looked at him! Hank may be winning the young man over. He looks as if he's about to say something to him, but seems to change his mind at the last second. McCoy's gotten just as lost in his studies and experiments, after all.

Taking another swig of water the blue PhD looks around the room again, making sure everyone's having fun and getting along.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty giggles, setting the cue ball down. "Hence why I'm not doing that" kitty nods. "I much, much prefer living and being intact, and not torn apart by an angry Canadian"

With that she hunches over the table ready for her shot. There's a thud as she just goes full power. It works on TV. It works on TV so...

Kitty looks up from the table to Jean, "Hey, I could always make something for us under our cooks watchful eye?" she offers. "Then you can add your own things to it"

There's a pause as Kitty opens the fridge and peers in it for a moment for snacks. Well then, the fridge is certainly keeping everything cool.

SpyderByte has posed:
At the mention of the Danger Room again, Jeremy's body gives a visible flinch. "M-M-aaaaaa-Mm..a-a..b-b-eeee." So much effort to get one word out of his mouth. It's long and drawn out, raspy. Slowly, he closes the laptop lid with a click, then nudges it off to the side as he rises up. There is a jingle-jangle of his pants as the chains clink against each other.

Turning towards the pool table, he makes his way over to it, reaching out to take a stick off the wall. He glances upwards at Hank for a moment, then leans over the table as he adjusts the white ball on the green felt. His eyes give a quick, momentary glance along the triangle of balls, eyes each white diamond, then gives the ball a hard whack.

The balls scatter, sinking three as the white ball gives a spin off to the side. His head tilts to one side, then looks back to the instructors as he puts the stick to the side, then heads back over to the couch to sink down next to his laptop again.

Beast has posed:
Finishing his water bottle off, Hank disposes of the plastic in the recycling bin and moseys over towards Kitty to see if he can aid her in the Search for Snacks. "Ah yes, the delicious little hummus and pita packs are still stocked. Do you happen to see any of the roasted garlic variety, by any chance?" Because those are the tastiest to Beast's superpowered palate. "I'd offer to help cook, but I'm afraid of the hair net I'd require," he chuckles softly, enjoying his own joke. "Though marinating some ribs to be grilled later may be something to think about. Especially as I tend to leave them to soak longer than the minimum required, especially if I'm working on a project."

As Jeremy leaves his shell long enough to play a little pool Hank watches quietly. As the kid sinks three balls his big, hairy mits collide in gentle applause, "Well done! You're certainly an astute learner. Or you've been holding out on us about your history as a pool shark. Perhaps we can find some fellow students who'd like to play with you."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty nods to Jeremy with a grin, "You did good" she nods gesturing to the pool table. Jeremy's a good pool player, better than Kitty. "Hair net" Kitty says looking over to Hank. Not so much a hair net...as throw a net over Hank and there ya go, Kitty shakes her head at that image.

Ribs, huh? Ribs work well, though Kitty digs through the fridge. "Yeah I found the garlic ones are there as Kitty pulls one out. "Anyone want any?" Kitty asks. Oh she intends to eat this. Snacks are good, pool, too.

Phoenix has posed:
"Jeremy's the sort that I wouldn't challenge to anything where a computer can out-think you." Jean remarks to Hank with a knowing sort of smile. "Or he can out-think *it*. He's one of our best technopaths that I've seen in a long time. He was able to speak with the Danger Room too."

"Sure, you can toss me one, Kitty. If there's anything that needs restocked, make a grocery list. I can always head out with you later to get some shopping done." The headmistress says from her seat as she slowly drains her coffee sip by sip. "I could use an excuse and some pressure to go out in public. Speaking of cookouts, I was thinking here maybe mid-month we could have a little social out on the lawn. Sort of a midsummer's dance. With everything going on earlier this year, the normal social events stalled."

SpyderByte has posed:
"I d-d-d-onnnn't p-puh-p-laay.. p-p.." Jeremy struggles with the words, frustration clearly showing on his face. "POOL!" He blurts the word out loudly, most likely causing heads to glance over from other students. He slides his face into his hands again, gripping at his his hair beneath his hood as he hunches over. Suddenly, the televisions in the room all begin to flash as words appear upon them.

<< Pool is made up of math and trajectories. Knowing how much force to apply to the stick at the appropriate angle will achieve desired results. 3 X 5 M+N - 2 = 6. M is length. N is width. They represent interger paths. You just have to find the pattern. It's the pattern. The pattern. The pattern. >>

Letting out a loud wheeze, the televisions shut off all at once with an electronic 'hum' as he rocks back and forth on the couch, giving a visible 'snuff' from beneath his black, large hood.

Phoenix has posed:
With a soft gesture and a reassuring smile, Jean waves the other students back to their business. "It's alright, Jeremy." She says quietly to the hooded young man. "I've been thinking on some ways to help you communicate more comfortably without needing to rely on outside electronics. This way you have something more readily available an contained outside of your phone and computer."

SpyderByte has posed:
"It's fuh-ffff-ine." Jeremy's voice comes out softly from beneath his hood. There's another loud snuff from beneath the hood. "M'a ffffff-rrr-ffff-rrrreeeak. Yuh--u-ssss-ed t'it." His hands slide out from beneath his hood to reach out to his laptop again, pulling it over his lap like a security blanket and opens it up. His mind practically screams internal frustration at himself. Anger. Wallowing. There's another snuff, followed by his hand disappearing into his hood to wipe at his face.

Once his hand returns to his keyboard, he starts to type again, hunkering over his machine as a multitude of windows launch again. There is a few camera streams as well that he pulls up, the language definitely not English that can be heard coming through the speakers. Russian? The sound of gunshots can be heard, followed by screaming, though he doesn't even so much as flinch or blink as he stares at the screen, tapping away.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty feels like she stepped on toes, really. She's deferring to Jean on this, too. Mostly since what Jean's been doing is above Kitty's job as a guidance counselor really, though as she sets snacks down for all who want, roasted garlic is kept for Jean and Kitty first. Looking over the room, Kitty flumps into a chair and begins snacking. Lockheed's giving the room the sort of look that's asking where his treats are. Kitty breaks off a tiny bit of the pita bread and offers it to Lockheedd...more so he doesn't decide to pounce when the fridge is open. Or something like that.

Phoenix has posed:
"You are *not* a freak." Jean says quietly but firmly, as if it was a dirty word to be spoken around here. "We all have our strengths and areas where we're weaker, but that doesn't make anything about us wrong." It's clear she disapproves of that line of thought, but she also doesn't press him here in the middle of the rec room.

She's just getting up out of her chair to collect from the snacks and deposit her coffee mug in the sink when she hears the sounds coming from Jeremy's speakers. Now she does look outright concerned as her eyes turn on his screen. "Is that... live?"

Beast has posed:
As he hears Russian coming from Jeremy's computer, followed by the sound of gunshots, Hank's ears perk. Russian's just one of several languages he happens to be fluent in and the gunfire he hears quickly attracts his attention. "Jeremy, can you tell me where it's coming from?" Dr. McCoy has rapidly begun to transition to Beast mode. He looks towards Jean, glad she's picking up on what's going on as well. Might be time for the Beast to replace the mild mannered teacher.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty's in mid bite when she too hears what's coming from the laptop and looks concerned...to the point where, yes, Kitty's leaning forward in her seat with her eyes flicking from Jean to Hank and back again. If anything needs acting on, Kitty's here and alright, fine, she's got snacks and a nice chair but if she needs to save the world, or someone, then....she'll do it. Couches be damned

SpyderByte has posed:
Letting out a heavy wheeze, Jeremy shrinks a bit more into his hood at Jean's words. Freak. Weirdo. Loser. Freak. Weirdo. Loser. His breathing picks up a bit quicker before he slams the laptop shut hard. His hands squeeze the black plastic tightly until his knuckles bleed. There is a shudder from the young teenager before he lets out another raspy stammer.

"M-Mm-Mmm.." Work you fucking mouth. WORK. Why won't you work!? There is so much frustration coming off him it's practically suffocating at this point.

Their phones start to ping as a green bubble with white text appears. << It's live. Russia. Been watching from a number of cameras I have inflitrated. Ukraine and Russian tensions growing due to government officials utilizing local gangs to cause panic in an attempt to obtain more military funding. So, they send gangs in to murder families in the street in cold blood. >>

He shifts a bit more on the couch in his curled up position. << I am immune to the violence by now, but I am recording for research purposes for when I decide to go public. >>

Red has posed:
MAybe it's not the best time to come into the rec room upon what might become an X-men briefing. Ill timing isn't something that anyone is immune to, right? Well, still Alice steps into the rec room, looking at the assembled group looking all serious and at the laptop and Jeremy. "Eh, bad timing?" she asks as she moves over to one of the couches. "I bet the Librarian has an answer. We just got to find the right pages in the Orang-Outan - Ankh-Morpork dictionary. And I don't mean you, Dr. McCoy." She chuckles a little at the safe. "IF this is like a briefing... uh... I can go elsewhere?"

Phoenix has posed:
If the technopath's emotions are blatantly evident to the others, then there's no doubt Jean feels them on a near personal level with Jeremy being right there. She may have spent the better part of a decade learning to turn down outside emotions, but never turned them entirely off. She looks to the message on her phone and squeezes her eyes briefly shut, taking in a long, slow breath as she collects herself. "...Jeremy. I know you've experienced a lot, and that you have a perspective on the world many of us don't. Just, never let yourself become immune to feeling. Don't become numb to violence anymore than you should become numb to caring. When we stop feeling is when we lose sight of what it is to be human. It's about balance, not shutting out."

But that's not what the topic is about, and she restlessly rubs a hand along the back of her head as she continues to speak. "Gangs on a government payroll, though. That's big news. Not that it likely doesn't happen the world over, but releasing proof will have a lot of ripples."

She's briefly distracted then by Alice's arrival, and she gives a brief shake of her head to indicate it's not an issue before she turns back to Jeremy. "Is this something you've been doing a lot of in your free time?"

Shadowcat has posed:
"The who what book?" Kitty asks, getting to her feet and nodding a hey to Alice and still deferring to Jean re: Jeremy stuff. "Right" she adds to Jean's comment, chewing on the rest of her roasted garlic pita bread, sitting back down. Nah she won't go against Jean on this one. Nope. Jean knows what she's doing. Kitty's just gonna take notes, mostly since she's not much to say anyhow.

Beast has posed:
Watching Jeremy quietly, Hank wears a concerned frown on his face. It's clear he wishes to say something, but with Jean and Kitty present he knows that, for once, he's not the subject matter expert. Hell, he thins he knows what Jeremy's feeling pretty acutely. When his phone is pinged he pulls it from the pocket of his suit and takes a look at it, frown deepening further.

At Alice's appearance the fuzzy blue dude gives her a friendly nod, "Not a briefing, no. Just watching something disturbing on a live stream." The reference to some aspect of pop culture clearly eludes McCoy, but he smiles at the clear evidence of a joke even if it's possibly at his expense.

Another look towards Jean, Hank's expression returning to serious again, "Shall I go get changed and take a little field trip? I feel like one might be in order."

SpyderByte has posed:
At the question in regards to how long he's been doing this for, the phones pop up once more with another message.

<< Years. This is my work. I gather the intelligence. I expose corruption to the world when it is safe to. >>

He reaches up into his large black hood and rubs at his face again, then returns it to holding his laptop up against his chest ina cradling manner. << I'm not ready to go public yet. I need to make sure I have gone as deep as I can. I have to be careful. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     Summer was in full swing. Hot or not, there were times that it was wiser to simply stick a bit closer to home and cook. And, since early that morning, that's exactly what the mansion's resident healer-in-training has been up to. From potatoes boiling for a potato salad, to chicken and ribs marinating for grilling later, and a raw vegetable platter with a few varieties of hummus for dipping, someone has been bleeding off the frustration of pure boredom, and perhaps some very nervous energy besides.

     But now it's time to take a break. Shannon flops down on one of the beanbags, with a tray in her lap, and a 2 liter bottle of root beer at her side. On the tray is a half-gallon container of vanilla ice cream, a spoon, and a very large glass mug. She takes a moment to nod to those already in the rec room, but is intent on making herself a treat for the moment. Oh yes, that delicacy of all delicacies--a root beer float.

Red has posed:
Alice blinks a moment as the russian from the screen, then looking over to Jean and the whole crew gathered. "Ok, not a briefing but that doesn't look really healthy. Are you going to launch that black plane from under the Basketball court and intervene or are you planning to call someone? I mean, that's foreign soil and russia is supposed to have its own heroes that should fix that... or are there no independant russian heroe but only state-ones?"

As Shannon gets in, she gets a little smile from Alice. "Hey Angelgal, how's your day?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty checks her phone and finds both messages, nodding at the phone. Looking over to Jeremy Kitty has the smarts to sit and listen then over to Jean and Hank, and Alice too. When Shannon comes in, Kitty waves a hand, all but wondering what Shannon's up to. "You bring that burger home?" she asks with a grin. "Lockheed enjoyed the fries" she calls over with a smile.

Phoenix has posed:
"Yes, you do need to be careful." Jean says to Jeremy. "I don't question your abilities to hide your trail, but that doesn't mean someone out there isn't better." She glances over to Hank then with a soft, considering frown at his question - one which Alice more directly echoes - before saying, "Inserting ourselves in the middle of a government spat may not be the best idea, but we also can't stand by while people are being murdered. Intelligence is important and I know these very events are playing out the world over, but lives aren't something I like seeing used to buy time with either. I haven't checked lately what allies are active on that side of the world, but it sounds like it needs doing."

Beast has posed:
"I might be able to find some people to intervene," Hank says to Jean after a moment of thought on the subject. He glances towards Jeremy and asks, "Can you please forward any details to my cell phone so I can share them with my contacts?"

Alice is given a look, "Politics are an unfortunately complicated topic. Adding known mutants to the mix may only exacerbate problems that are being faced now." Shannon, on the other hand, gets a friendly wave as Beast sees her beginning to prepare a treat.

SpyderByte has posed:
There is a slow blink of Jeremy's eyes and Hank's phone goes off with a ping. << Encrypted file RU$$15-4567256 Password is: 35764fvsd72l@**sdfs >>

He gives a tighter hug of his laptop against his chest before another volley of messages respond to the rest.

<< I am always careful. I do not get caught. >> Not anymore, is the two words that focus on his mind.

He looks over towards Alice and Shannon once they enter and join in, tugging his hood a bit closer over his eyes and black hair. He lets out a slow breath to himself.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just looks up, very, very quiet. She's caught mid-scoop, a dollop of vanilla ice cream on her spoon. You know, the kind that's so good you can actually see the flecks of vanilla in it. She's dressed in black leggings, a long black t-shirt, and is going barefoot for the moment. Gazing for a moment at Mr. McCoy, Alice, and Kitty in turn, she just shakes her head, letting the ice cream plop into her mug.

     "No burger," is the unusually terse reply. "Got jumped coming out of the burger joint." Much as Jeremy does with his hoodie, she is folding her wings around her in a cocoon, peeking up every once in a while as she listens to what is going on around her. "Did I just walk in on a briefing...? I can skedaddle."

Red has posed:
Alice ponders a few moments, shrugging at the whole politics thing. "Well, I guess that's your calling thing then. I mean, calling those that can do stuff. But there's only so much we here can do. I mean, it's not like I could throw a bolb of rubber and encase them all. Too much bodies to envelop, too much rubber needed." Though technically some gramms to close the throat could be enough... technically. Not that Alice actually would think about that...

Phoenix has posed:
"We've seen what can happen when heroes start ignoring international boundaries." Jean says quietly with a faint frown on her face. "It gets ugly and fast. So we need to keep our heads down. We aren't murdering anyone, we're not disrupting governments, and everyone please stay off the news."

She looks back over to Hank then and says as she turns for the doorway, "Let's get to work then and see who we can tag in to help keep an eye on things. Jeremy, pass Doctor McCoy any new information you get." And it's said as an order, not a request as she heads out into the hallway.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty looks concerned to Shannon then Alice andlistens. "You okay?" Kitty asks to Shannon then to Alice again. She's not leaving, nope. Kitty's staying here, munching on hummus and pita bread...which is offered around.

Beast has posed:
"Thank you," Hank tells Jeremy with a serious tone of voice after he checks what was sent to his mobile device. "If you need me for anything academics related it may be some time before I can get back to you. Otherwise, be safe, my friends." As Jean departs McCoy walks alongside of her, moving with her to a better room for international communications.

SpyderByte has posed:
Sliding upwards to his feet, Jeremy watches the pair of teachers leave, then lets out a slow breath. Once his laptop is secured in his bag, he triple padlocks it, then starts off after them as he shoudlers it. His huge hoodie is swallowing him up once more with the hood pulled upwards. He lifts his hand in a weak farewell to them.

Shannon's phone pings though: << You look good. Love the black. >> He himself is wearing all black, chained pants and a spiked dog collar around his throat. As he leaves, his pants jingle and jangle.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon glances up to Kitty and nods, brushing a bit of hair away from her eyes. "It worked out in the end. Someone actually stuck up for me. Might've come home wing-less this time if they hadn't." She shrugs and goes back to making her root beer float. Or at least, until her phone pings, and she smiles a little bit. "Thanks, Jeremy. Appreciate it."

     She looks down to the tray in her lap, the root beer at her side, and then around to everyone else. "Root beer floats, anyone?" Pause. "Those are kosher, aren't they, Kitty?"

Shadowcat has posed:
"They are. Hummus and pita bread?" Kitty offers in a sort of trade, as Kitty relaxes back in her seat, eyeing up the pool table again. She could always use a rematch with Shannon at some point...

"Good, I'm glad you're okay" Kitty nods to Shannon then looks over to Alice, "What've you been up to?"

Red has posed:
"I'm ok. Hard to not be here, right?" Alice notes, chuckling a half moment before she looks over to the door Jeremy took. "Better ask him how to make him feel better." she notes, sighing a little. "Hard to fix stuff you don't know how to fix. And I ain't a doc for the head or politics."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon is ignoring the pool table for now, pouring some root beer into her mug and savoring one of the true treats of summer. "Not a doc for the head or politics, either. Just... ugh. I hope I never truly understand hatred. Long talk with Cap months ago about it, still don't understand it. Even if that helped. Still does." Yeah, no, life has narrowed down to one mug with two sweets combined into ambrosia.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty nods to Shannon then Alice with a relieved look that both are okay. Hey this hummus won't eat itself, nor the pita bread, so she's quite happily munch munch munching away keenly, even as the snacks are offered with a wave to the fridge.