8356/Summer By The Lake

Summer By The Lake
Date of Scene:	16 July 2019
Location:	Breakstone Lake, Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Kitty, Betsy, Illyana, Josh, Lorna, Megan, Pietro, Sunspot, Samuel and Siryn come by the boathouse, and some go out sailing together on the Lake
Cast of Characters:	Shadowcat, Polaris, Elixir, Quicksilver, Magik, Sunspot, Cannonball, Siryn, Psylocke, Pixie

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Shadowcat has posed:
A fairly nice summer day, with a little of bit of a breeze blowing across the Lake. Kitty is down at the boathouse. She's wearing a bikini with wrap covering her hips. A pair of sunglasses holds back the glare from the sun on the water.

Speaking of the water, Kitty is out in it water to her knees, pulling a small sailboat out of the boathouse, leading it over towards one of the sand stretches along the edge of the lake. She walks up and ties it off there, then goes down to begin checking the boat and getting it ready to go.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna came out from the Mansioner proper with her sandals lightly tracing a path over the dock as she came down to the edge of the water and spotted Kitty walking along the side of the water front, working on the boat. She arched a brow upward, but otherwise didn't comment until she came to a halt beside the other woman. "Hey, need a hand or anything?" Not that Lorna knew much about sailing or boating. She had never seen much of a point in it.

Her wrists jangled with bracelets as she reached up to comb her loose hair back from her face against the wind and popped her oversized sunglasses over the top of her head. Her eyes were more heavily ringed with makeup today, darker colors expertly applied to try to hide just how little she'd been sleeping. "Felt the need to go out on the lake or something?"

Elixir has posed:
Josh pads along behind Lorna, but does not see her. He is looking at his phone with a grin and tapping way. He's dressed in an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops. He almost walks into Lorna and realizes where he has arrived.

"Oh, sorry," he apologizes. He waves to Kitty but focuses on Lorna. "You doing okay? I heard about last night."

Quicksilver has posed:
ZOOM!

In a blue flash, Pietro was over by Breakstone Lake. Aside from seeing Kitty in a bikini, whom he waves at, He notices Lorna first and foremost and he puts a hand on her shoulder (he also gives her a one-armed hug) and he smiles. "Hey Lorna. Howe've you been?" He knows of course when she's not been sleeping. She had a hard day the other night. Though his eyes then notice Josh and he - narrows - his eyes at him. Fits the description Wanda gave him.

Then he looks at Kitty. "Hey Kit Kat. How you doing?"

Magik has posed:
Illyana, beneath a floppy hat, bobs towards the lake from the direction of the campsite. She's wearing a white sundress with purple lilacs dotting it because she can and carries a basket in the elbow of one bent arm. One at the beach she sets the basket down and begins pulling out the contents systematically. A black picnic blanket, tossed out in waves to lay across the sand. A bowl of fruit and a big bottle of orange juice.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty flashes a smile at Lorna. "Oh, you bet. While I check for any frayed lines, do you want to replace that old, frayed flag with a new one?" she asks, wading over to shore and grabbing a fresh American flag from its packaging and offering it over to Lorna. There's one flying up at the top of the mast, but the wind has gotten to it, shredded the ends of it from so long spent flapping around.

"Going to run someone over, Josh," she says with a grin, before the sudden zooming arrival of Pietro draws her attention over. "Hey there Pietro. Doing good. Just figured I'd go out for a little sail. Burning the candle at both ends between the school, and Stark, gotta enjoy what time I can get while school is out," she says. She also lets out a sigh. "Not to mention I need to look into resuming my astrophysics degree over here," she says. She'd decided to not return to Oxford, though the reason for that now is in the past. Apparently the decision stands.

As Kitty unspools some of the lines used by the sails, checking for any frayed spots, one might notice a gleam from her finger. The diamond and ruby ring is back on her finger.

Sunspot has posed:
Roberto got to the school a few minutes ago, and spied Kitty on the lake while flying overhead. So, now, about fifteen minutes later (after checking messages and making sure he is not due to go into the bookbus or anything) he is flying towards the lake, depowering at the edge of the water. "Kitty," he greets, then to the others. "Ms. Dane, Mr. Maximoff and..." he is not sure he knows Josh, so he offers a handshake. "Roberto Da Costa."

This time he is wearing red and black swimming trunks. He learned to keep some spare clothes at the mansion after the July 4th party. He has not seen Illyana yet.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie actually comes walking out of the from the far side of the lake. He spots folks and will wave a hand to them. He walks over towards the group, and says "Looks like I missed the memo on the lake party." He says and offers Berto a fist bump in greeting.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna shot Kitty a look as the other young woman handed her an American flag and she eyed it before she shrugged once. "Yeah, I guess I can." She drawled, and was about to make a comment about foreign royalty, but then there were others about. Josh earned himself a tense sort of half smile, and Lorna exhaled a breath, her beachy throw over of light teal fluttered in the breeze that came off the lake as she turned to consider him.

"I take it Wanda told you.. yeah, I'm okay. Not the best, but yeah.." Which is when Pietro was there and checking up on her and she gave him a one armed hug as she balanced the flag in her other hand.

"Pietro, this is Josh. Josh, Pietro. Pietro, if you try to kill Wanda's boyfriend she really won't be pleased with you to say the least." She teased, well, partly teased. Before she floated up to replace the torn flag with the new one at the top of the sail. She floated down after a moment, and nodded to Roberto as he greeted her.

Elixir has posed:
Josh looks concerned for Lorna.

"Hey, if I can help, let me know," he offers.

When introduced he looks in Pietro's direction and gives his usual 1000-watt smile. He holds out a hand to Pietro.

"Hey, great to meet you, Wanda's told me a lot about you," Josh says and then looks more serious. "And like I said to Lorna, anything I can do to help, let me know."

Josh notes Illyana on the beach and raises an eyebrow. It just seems so incongruously normal of her. Then Roberto has his attention and he grins.

"Oh hey! Josh Foley," he says brightly and shakes Roberto's hand. "Sam told me about you. Grats on buying on Evolution, great place, man."

Sunspot has posed:
Roberto fist-bumps Sam, but says nothing. He spotted Illyana. With a dress, preparing a... picnic?

There is a few seconds of cognitive dissonance.

Then Josh mentions Evolution and Roberto blinks. "Hmm? The club? Oh, yes. No big deal, it was for a good cause." It was about some redhead Sam was dating. That is a good cause.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde flashes a grin over to Lorna. "Oh come on, I'd help you with a Genoshan flag. It /is/ an American sailboat after all," she says in warm tone. Kitty wades back up onto the shore and goes over to grab a couple of life preservers which she starts to carry back to the boat.

The other conversation draws Kitty's attention, glancing between Josh and Lorna at the mention of something having happened. She lingers, supportive expression on her face, but when Lorna doesn't want to go into it more, Kitty doesn't ask. Yet. She does pause to glance between Pietro and Josh as they become introduced. Kitty goes back to moving the life preservers to the sailboat, glancing back and hoping everything goes well there.

Roberto gets a wave from the brunette. "Hey Roberto, good to see you around again. Oh, and I have something to talk to you about, a way your corporation could help," she adds.

Magik has posed:
Illyana turns slowly, one finger out as if she's counting grains, to inspect the blanket upon which bare feet are standing. The bowl of fruit pointed east, the bottle of Juice pointed north... She bobs her head and kneels down beside the basket to continue going through the contents. Next out is a single long stem champagne flute, leaning forward on her palms to place it (after three attempts to keep it from falling over) to the south. Next a small plate.

Turning around steadily on her knees using said plate to absently fan herself while once more counting something unseen until she puts it? (stares at nothing) That's right kids, west.

Last of all is a thick tome. The tome is set down beside the basket while she fishes bits of fruit out onto the plate, pours juice into her flute, and then settles into the center. Wiggling her hips like she's trying to make the ground more comfortable. Everything is within arms reach, but she'll have lean towards it.

Quicksilver has posed:
Pietro gives a little nod towards Roberto. "Hey Bob." Which of course, was Pietro's simple name for Roberto. Then he looks at Josh. Giving him the mother of all deathglares. He reaches and shakes his hand lightly, and he looks at him. "You break her heart, They won't have anything left to bury." His eyes are deadly and serious, and he doesn't seem to have any qualms at all about how it sounds or looks.

Then he releases his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Then he crosses his arms, and he looks at Lorna. "She'll get over it, like the last one." what happened to the last one?!

Polaris has posed:
Lorna floated back down with her hands settling on the sides of her jean shorts, just at the edge of her hips and she arched an eyebrow upward as she stared at her older half brother. Her head tilted faintly to the side as he told her that Wanda would 'get over it' and she reached out a hand to jab it at the speedster's shoulder. "Do you want me to do this to every girl you try to date? Hmmm? Don't go around threatening Wanda's boyfriends. She can handle herself, and you know it." She huffed, and she shot Josh a look of apology.

"I appreciate the offer, but it's not like there's anything else to do right now." She shrugged and once, her gaze swinging briefly to consider Illyana not too far away on the sand. But she didn't comment, not yet anyways.

Elixir has posed:
"Oh don't worry, man, I wouldn't do anything to hurt her," Josh assures Pietro with a laugh. Whether he recognizes Pietro's seriousness or not he passes off the threat and moment lightly. He winks to Lorna. "Alright, well if that changes."

"So do all your good causes involve clubs? Cause that's pretty awesome," Josh says to Roberto with a smile. He glances over at Illyana again and then looks at Kitty with a raised eyebrow. He shrugs unknowingly.

"You guys watch football?" Josh asks Pietro and Roberto.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty loads up the life preservers, and then walks back to shore to grab a cooler. It looks loaded up from the way she carries it, wandering back out towards the sailboat and lifting it up to slide it over the little railing and onto the deck. The young woman walks back to shore again then. There's a bag she has sitting there still, and a pair of towels.

Kitty looks over to the small group. "I think everyone who my last boyfriend and I went through introductions with, threatened him if he hurt me. Except for one. Funny part was, his own family leveled the worst threats." Kitty glances over towards Illyana in the sundress, her mouth hanging open for a moment. "Mostly the worst threats. Darkchylde's was the worst." Though that was specific to a magical threat Kitty was going to face with him, and not relationship-based. Thankfully. Also? Kitty seems to be handling things much better of late.

Sunspot has posed:
Roberto Da Costa says, "Of course, Kitty," replies Roberto. "Although I have not been able to talk with Jean Grey yet. Conflicting schedules and all that."

He looks at the boat, and then to Kitty again, about to ask her about it when Josh addresses to him again. "What? Hah, no. I am quite wealthy. My 'good causes' sometimes involve helping friends. And now maybe helping all mutants. But that is not something to discuss right now, is it?"

Because really, he thought the folk went to the lake to relax and here we have Mangeto's family talking about serious things. And Illyana being weird. Not normal Illyana-weird. Not that Roberto has seen much in the last couple years. But still...

"Should we ask?" He asks Sam, pointing to the blonde sorceress."

Magik has posed:
Illyana opens the big tome laid in front of her, turning pages with proper care given to preserving what is probably significantly older than herself. Her legs are folded beneath her and her floppy hat... flops... in a strong breeze, temporarily making the side of her pale face visible through the half curtain of pin straight white blonde hair.

It's not exactly convenient, the way she's set up her picnic blanket, and has to bodily lean towards either side to reach glass or plate. Which she does, but only to pluck up a slice of melon to chew gingerly from her fingers while pale blue eyes slide left to right across whatever is written on those pages.

She is well aware people are starting to look at her.

And her lip is starting to twitch beneath this observation.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and raises a brow at Illyana, but hey she is out and about not in limbo, it is a plus even if she seems she might be conducting some type of ritual. "You want to be my guess, I am good. "He will look over to the boat and asks "Need a hand to kitty with the cooler, and adds to Berto "You remember Namorita? She came into the club last night.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde pauses in her preparations for taking the small sailboat out onto the lake. "Football? Who do you like? Because the Bears will beat them this year. If they play, I mean," Kitty tells Josh with a smile. Her eyes go back to Roberto and she says, "The other kind of football." He's Brazilian, see...

Kitty moves over nearer to Roberto. "I wanted to talk to some lawyers about some actions around the government usage of those giant robots. Seeing as I know more corporate CEOs than anyone has a right to, I figured I'd see if maybe a few of you might be willing to fund it. Since, I certainly can't. But I was going to approach Jennifer Walters' law firm. They do a lot of work with superheroes, so I figured they might be good ones for it."

Kitty glances back to Illyana. "Hey Illyana. Going sailing if you wanted to come?" she offers, motioning to the boat.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna sighed as the conversation drifted to... football. She had never really cared nor watched a single game, couldn't even name a team. So she shrugged and adjusted her sunglasses back on her nose again. Her cell phone reverberated in her jean pocket, and she pulled it out with a grimace and flicked it on, recognizing the caller on the other end. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, find anything? Yeah, I didn't think so.." She trailed off as she offered Kitty a sheepish look and made to step away from the little lakeside gathering to head back toward the mansion proper.

Magik has posed:
Be it content indifference or a middle ground road, Illyana appears perfectly at ease being close to people without actually being there. A song playing in the background during a tense scene or the chi chi chi mother mother mother of an impending monster from the woods. The small slice of melon turns slowly between her fingers with the guidance of her pinky, angling an unbitten corner towards her mouth for another small portion. As absent a gesture as any while she slides her eyes across the paged laid down infront of her.

She is not oblivious, however. Far from it actually. She was aware of the gathering nearby, honestly only a few yards away along the edge of the lake. Well within range to hear Kitty call out to her and close enough even to scrutinize the boat in question.

Her decision is made and she pushes up from her seat, hands dusting off the back of her sundress and palms patting together as if she were sitting on the dirt, not a blanket. Before she departs her picnic area, the tome is closed with one finger tucked beneath a corner and replaced inside the basket. The rest is left for the ants... or maybe the small dark creatures that scamper out from beneath the blanket as if a great labrynth exist beneath it. Busying themselves with putting away the fruit, the glass, juice and even folding the blanket with leathery black hands tipped in obsedian claws.

Once they've finished cleaning up after their Queen, they too crawl inside the basket. The last dropping the folded picnic cloth atop the bundle.. It moves a few times, then settles down.

Elixir has posed:
"Aw, c'mon guys, leave Illyana alone. She's... Illyana, but seriously. A picnic isn't the weirdest thing we've seen her do," Josh points out.

Then he makes a face at Kitty and pretends to gag.

"Oh sorry, I'm allergic to shit teams," he jokes with a grin. "Giants! Come on. I'm trying to get some of the guys together to go to a game."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy meanders down the path to the lake following the hubub of so many other students and alumni that were gathered here. It was hard to miss, especially when you just flew in from the city a short bit ago. Aerial views for the win. "What's this about giants, now?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde points over to Josh. "I'll go to any game we can get tickets to," she tells him. "Even if it won't be this year's Super Bowl champion, as they play half of their games in Chicago." She flashes him in a grin, one that grows as Illyana seems to be coming over to join her.

"Wow, I'm trying to remember the last time we went sailing together," Kitty comments. It was before Illyana went through those years in Limbo and came out the same age as Kitty. "Think you and Piotr and I took on out together, didn't we? And he wouldn't let either of us remove our life preservers," she recalls.

Kitty watches Lorna, a little concern showing, still not sure what transpired that had been discussed. She looks back to Josh as Theresa comes out. "Hey Theresa. Just talking about football,' she says. Then back to Josh. "Everything ok?" she asks, giving a nod of her head towards Lorna.

Sunspot has posed:
Roberto nods to Sam. He remembers Namorita, vaguely. "Blonde, right?" He offers with a small grin.

Then, to Kitty, he sighs. "My lawyers are at your command, Kitty. But I have to warn you. Disputes with corporations like Trask tend to go on and on for years. Delaying the American justice system is not difficult if there is enough money. Still, I think we have ammo for a dozen civil demands plus several criminal cases. Those robots have even fired on crowds of human civilians if I remember right."

The talk about football is ignored. They call real football 'soccer' in the US!

Besides, Illyana is coming. That is usually much more interesting. Sometimes dangerous.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "Yea, blonde, green outfit, breathes underwater." He teases a bit to remind his friend. He will add in "Miss Walters aint to hard to get ahold of, Ah went and had an interview with her a while back to get some information about what would be needed for a public superhero team. What would be needed to make sure they did not get their buts sued off for property damage and such.

Magik has posed:
"Da. He is always so protective of us... as if sailing boat is more dangerous than anything else we are having to face ever." Illyana adds to Kitty, while casually crossing the small distance to the gathered mutants near the moored sailboat. The small sliver of melon she's left in her fingers is pushed into her mouth and the juices sucked from the tip of her thumb and index finger. With her fingers clean she steps directly up to Kitty and hugs her. She would not be terribly offended if she were pushed away, it is rather out of character.

Nobody else gets a hug.

Samuel gets a glare. It could be playful. It probably is, right?

Naturally, and understandably, the conversation turns to Sentinels... and if there were a physical stormcloud above Magik's head her mood could not so rapidly drop. "I wish I am allowed to kill everyone helps make them." She knows there's no chance she's let loose of that leash, however and says so only so that nobody forget her very specific position on the matter.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy glances out over the lake momentarily as she catches the various different conversations going on. Sailing, football, lawsuits. It was all over the place. Her head tilts to the side and she flashes Kitty a smile in greeting. "I'm guessing it's that boring American football and not *real* football."

She watches as Illyana greets her childhood friend with a hug, and glances away again to nod to the others as well. Some she'd met, some she hadn't. It wasn't as if she'd been around for awhile. "If you guys need help with something count me in. Feel like I ought to do something around here to help."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde returns the hug to Illyana warmly, letting her go whenever Illyana pulls back. "Speaking of, the big over-protective lug has been away for awhile," Kitty comments, frowning just a bit at Piotr's absence.

Kitty looks back to Roberto, having noted Illyana's reaction. "Well, I was thinking more, Freedom of Information requests. Finding out who is controlling them, because I bet it's not someone deputized. And if a mayor sends them out, and they open fire, is he bound by the same rules that govern other city employees like cops who have to go through a review for using a firearm? Find a city council controlled by an opposite party as the mayor, and they might even pass an ordinance requiring accountability, if we put it in their heads. That's what I was aiming for, not at Trask directly."

Kitty laughs and smiles to Siryn. "You and Roberto need to have that conversation. Though I'm all on board the US Women's World Cup team."

Elixir has posed:
"I dunno, we'll see. This was gonna be dudes only," Josh teases Kitty. "I'll let you know. You wanna go to a game Sam?"

Josh follows Kitty's look in Lorna's direction. "Some weird stuff was happening in Genosha last night, it was creeping people out. Wanda, Lorna and Pietro all came back while they to figure out what happened."

Josh's phone buzzes, he pulls it out and smiles a bit. "It'd be a good idea, Majesty," Josh replies to Illyana while tapping away on his phone. "They're not gonna stop. Not ever. Trust me."

Josh looks up at Illyana and seems about to say more on the subject but remembers Roberto's comment.

"Football. Tickets. I'll get on it," he circles back. "Gotta run, catch all of you later."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will tell josh to give him a date and he will see if he can make it. Then looks to the others and says "As someone who has played both types of Football, I think Soccer takes a bit more speed and agility where ours more often is strength and endurance, but both can be fun." He looks to Illayana, and offers her a smile in return for the glare.

Sunspot has posed:
Roberto hmms. Are there even rules for giant robots? Maybe they fall under the same rules armored vehicles. "You know, I think we are in that fuzzy 'not laws about it yet' territory. Still, if the city major is behind the Sentinels and they fired on the constituents. Oh boy, he must be looking for a scapegoat right now."

Illyana's comment about killing them garners a small smile. If only.

Instead of commenting, he turns to the redhead. "Terry, it has been years. Good to see you."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy glances over at Roberto when Kitty mentions him. A solemn nod is offered. Smiling with amusement she looks back around shuffling her weight from one foot to the other feeling just a bit out of place compared to those who had grown up together or were teammates. She hadn't even caught up with Sean yet.

"Yeah. Family stuff took me away. Plus just being my usual mess-up self." A shrug is given helplessly. "Seems to be a Cassidy tradition. How've you been?"

Magik has posed:
Illyana grows tired of seperating the fight between the light breeze and her floppy hat. It has served the purpose for which it was designed and has over stayed its welcome, so she tears it from her head with a snap. She looks around then, unsure exactly what to do with it, until she sees Samuel grinning at her. Two steps bring her closer, one hand brings the hat onto his head, and two fingers pull the floppy front down infront of his face. "Stop grinning, you look stupid." It's said affectionately because this is Illyana.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit not seeming bothered by the hat. He will pull it off, and says "Ah don't think it is my color Yana, I have been told I am more an autumn." He jokes, and says "It is good to see you out and about, still want to get ya to come check out the club, Dazzler should be playing soon, Ah think alot of the guys here will be coming then. Your coming right Theresa?" He asks, knowing Bobby will be there if at all possible.

Sunspot has posed:
"I just got back to New York myself," admits Roberto, looking at Theresa. "I have been in Brazil for over a year, picking up the pieces..." he trails off. "My father died rather suddenly," he states. Summarizing.

Roberto will be in the club if they make this a team effort, of course. "Dazzler is playing?" Besides, there is that. "Let me know when, I will manage to be there for sure."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy purses her lips at Roberto's news of his father. Reaching out she offers his shoulder a light squeeze before letting her touch slip away again. "I'm so sorry. If you ever need someone to talk to...." The offer is left out there even as the conversation shifts to current topics once again. A glance is shot back toward Sam as she chuckles. "Sure, I wouldn't miss it. Could use a good night of fun after all."

Magik has posed:
Usually Illyana's response to such an invitation would be to ignore it outright or offer a resounding, if dispassionate, no. When it's posed, she regards Samuel with a raised brow, strands of hair blowing across her face from the breeze coming off the lake beside them. "Maybe. Depends... no promises." Eyes squint, "Last time you are asking me." Pointing an accusatory finger at Guthrie, turning a little to look at Roberto who summarizes a year into such a short diagram. "Moi soboleznovaniya..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look over to Berto, and says "You are doing an amazing job taking over the business and doing good work with them buddy." He knows Berto and his dad were estranged, but Sam would have been there for Berto as much as his friend would let him when it happened.

Sunspot has posed:
Roberto nods to both women. "Thank you, I also had enough time to deal with it," beat. "So lets talk about something else, please." Sam gets a small smile. "You know, that hat is really not you. Then again, I can hardly believe Illyana was wearing it. Please, tell me someone took a picture."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy glances down at her watch a moment with a small 'mmf' of annoyance. "You'll have to excuse me for a bit. I promised my aunt I'd give a call in tonight and if it gets much later it'll be my hide for waiting so long." She nods to the group, and heads back to the school.

Magik has posed:
"Da... please to tell me if someone has been taking pictures..." Illyana dares someone, DARES THEM, to reveal this. Looking about the gathering of three with her by the lake. There's a sailboat too. She's in a white sundress with tiny purple lilacs dotting it. "Hat is to keep sun out of from eyes. Very bright, bad for skin." Turning then to Theresa, to whom she waves when she states she is leaving. "Dasvedanya."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods over to Thereasa. He does take Ilyana's sun hat off his head, but does hold it for her, not handing it back, as she was not sure what to do with it when she put it on him. "You guys heard Rahne is moving out to Bushwick? Going to have to throw her a house warming party or something, show we support her choice."

Sunspot has posed:
"See you later, Terry," Roberto offers the redhead. Then to Illyana, grinning, "there is not such thing as too much sunlight," he notes. Being solar-powered and all. He won't point fingers to whoever could possible dare take pictures of Illyana. He left his cell in the mansion, so it was not him.

"Man, I have barely talked to Rahne since I returned. Let me know about the parties, please," he sighs. "I better get back to the mansion too. Tell Kitty I will send her the contact information with the lawyers, please."

Psylocke has posed:
Betsy Braddock heads down from the Mansion towards the lake, her attention monopolized by the high-end smartphone she holds in a violet case with a butterfly printed on it. She wears what looks to be a designer swimsuit, more like a series of broad purple ribbons bound about her to keep everything appropriately concealed but not looking to go much beyond the necessary. A plum wrap hangs loosely about her waist, held in place by a lazy but surprisingly steady knot. Her feet are bare.

She pauses a moment to lift her phone, holding it out before her in the direction of the small gathering and taking a photo with the audible, electronic click that is so familiar. Satisfied, she deposits it in the small canvas drawstring bag she carries and walks over to the group. She pauses for a moment beside Illyana to reach down and give her shoulder a squeeze, looking to Sam and Roberto with a friendly wave of her fingers: "Hallo."

Magik has posed:
"You are bias." Illyana says to Berto, tilting her head back a little. Hair blows across her face and she does nothing to prevent it, "The rest of us must contend with ultraviolet rays causing maleformation of cells over time. Very unpleasant, long term. Nyet. I pass." She snorts to get a strand of hair from a nostril. Looking between them, "Rahne is moving.. did not know." She doesn't keep up on events. Though she does wave to Roberto, rather, she just raises her hand to curl her fingers once. "Dasvedanya. Wear sunscreen... or dont. Probably less better for you."

Of course it is Betsy who takes a photo... Illy watches her walk towards them through that curtain of blonde, visibly looking more relaxed for it. When the telepath steps up beside her, "Betsy." Said with a little half grin and a cant head glance in the newly arrived Braddock's direction. "Samuel wants me to come to club."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Ah would hire ya as a lady bouncer, if Ah thought Ah could talk you into it." He tells Illyana, and says"So, how you been doing Betsy?" He will ask, and walk over to stow Illyana's hat in Kitty's boat.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde had gone into the boathouse looking for an extra sail that should have been on the boat but wasn't. She lugs it out, carrying the rolled up fabric over her shoulder. It's a small sailboat, but the sail is still heavy.

Kitty makes her way back towards the small boat which is tied off to shore. "Oh, hey Betsy," Kitty says with a bright smile, and only a little oof from the weight she's shouldering. "Come down to get some sun?" she asks. Kitty's wearing a bikini, with a wrap about her hips. She wades out into the knee-deep water and manages to get the sail over the railing and into the boat before pulling herself up onto it.

Psylocke has posed:
"Krasivoye plat'ye," Betsy says to Illyana in stunted Russian, fumbling around a little for the words but ultimately finding them. She nevertheless raises a hand and shakes her head, indicating that may well be the extent of her ventures into the world's seventh most spoken language. She looks critically to Sam for a moment, arching violet eyebrows, "What kind of club, Sam? Is it a fight club? I think Illyana would make quite the combatant, don't you?"

As Kitty climbs into the boat, the telepath wanders to the shoreline and watches her: "You're not going to let anyone help you with that, are you?"

Magik has posed:
Illyana looks down at her dress, arms out a little from her side, and beams a dark smile up at Betsy with her eyes squinting. "Da, I know. Mne nravitsya fioletovyy. Eto napominayet mne kogo-to." The temporary breach of her demon code expression slips away when she looks back to Samuel, "Nyet.. If I am bouncing, it is long fall with quick stop at bottom." Turning to watch Kitty lug the sail towards the boat with a raised brow.

"We finally are sailing?" She's anything if impatient and moves towards the shoreline, then into the knee deep water with no regard for the fact her dress is getting wet. "I am not wearing life vest." Climbing over the railing with all the modesty of a sailor to help pull the sail further into the boat.

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Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit at the change in Illyana, and hmms. He looks over to Betsy and says "Club Evolution, Bobby owns it, and Ah run it." He informs her "Had a pretty good night last night, had Namorita, and a reporter from the Planet, so should be getting some good press. Ah know she can fight, Ah have seen it more than most.

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Kitty grins over to Sam. "Can't wait for Dazzler's show." Kitty hops in the water and starts to drag the boat over to shore so Illyana can climb in without getting wet, only to find she's already in the water, and then helping with the sail.

"We finally are sailing," Kitty replies. "Poluchi svoy zad na lodke," she adds in Russian, commentary about where Illyana needs to relocate her derriere to now. Which Illyana is already doing. "Betsy, feel like coming with us? There's room for four on the boat," she says of the small sailboat. "Just going to tool around the lake a bit. You're welcome too, Sam."

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Betsy's brow furrows slightly at Illyana's sentence as she tries to parse it in her head. It'd be all well and good if she had a telepathic connection to help with the translation, but that particular briar patch is nigh unassailable. Still, she gathers a word here and there and smiles to herself. She remains on the shore for the moment, watching the boat. She glances sidelong at Sam: "I didn't know you ran a club, Sam. I'll come by and tweet that I'm there, if you like. A little popularity bump that I'm sure you rather don't need. Maybe a little thank you for old times' sake?"

She turns back to Kitty, calling out over the water: "Oh, okay, I suppose you've talked me into it." Rather than step into the lake, however, a telltale purple glow fills the air around her. Hefting herself with telekinesis, Betsy seems to half-walk half-hover across the surface of the water before gently stepping into the boat and settling herself down at the bow. She doesn't, you know, actually help with the sails or anything.

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Illyana tucks hair back behind her ear inbetween tugs on the sail and squats down completely disregarding the fact she's in a dress.. thankfully she's wearing a black side tied bikini bottom beneath. "Oh, da yes.." She nods to Kitty and starts slipping the rope through one of the winches near the mast after helping unroll the bundle out upon the deck.

Kitty's invitation to Betsy is met with a glance up at the telepath who is already levitating herself over the to settl upon the bow. Her pale blue gaze goes back to what she was doing, tugging on the runner hand over hand to bring the sail upwards. It's a two player game, setting a fresh sail. Even on a smaller boat.

"Piotr use to bring Kitty and I out on boat like this." She says to Betsy. "He does not ever let us do any of the work and insist we stay in center of boat. I think if he could be having us in two life preservers, he would have?" The joke directed to Kitty.

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Samuel Guthrie will come over to join as well, and says "Ah think you maybe inviting me just in case there is no wind." He jokes with them a bit, and will move to help if he is needed if not makes sure to stay out of the way. "Brothers have to protect their sisters, it is our job." He defends Piotr

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Kitty Pryde makes room for Sam on the small sailboat that Kitty has been making read for a sail about the Lake for awhile now. And it's finally ready. Kitty laughs at Illyana's comment about doubling up the life preservers. "Could you imagine if it was today with the big inflatable bubbles people can go inside?" she says. "He'd probably have towed us behind the sailboat in a pair of those," she tells Illyana with a warm laugh.

Kitty helps Illyana get the sail up. As Sam joins them, the says, Mr, Guthrie take the tiller if you would," in a nice thick English accent like some old captain in the British Royal Navy. And if her accent isn't natural like Betsy's, she lived in England for a few years so does a good one.

Kitty grabs hold of the mast as the sail billows and then suddenly smooths out, catching the wind. She points ahead of the boat and says, "Second star on the left, and straight on 'til morn, Mr. Guthrie."

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"I'd not have taken Piotr for a nautical fellow," Betsy admits, turning her head slightly to let her voice carry as the wind catches her violet hair, "Spending so much time made out of dense metal, one would imagine he'd sink like a stone if he fell in. And there would helpless Katherine and Illyana be?" She grins.

"Besides, Samuel, I think Illyana is quite capable of making her own good choices."

Betsy remains seated at the bow, hands clasping either side of the sailboat as she looks out thoughtfully across the water. She looks for a moment like she'll throw her hands up and declare herself Queen of the World, but in the end simply breathes it all in.

"Kitty," she calls back, unusually using the dimunitive form of the name, sounding more relaxed, "Could I trouble you for the details on that spa you took us to? I've forgotten the address ... "

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"How ever am I having survived all that I have survived without the protective shadow looming over me of Piotr? What poor unfortunate state I should be in..." She snorts at the very idea Sam presents. Not just offended, but challenging the fundamental error of logic upon which it is based. "You are on thinning ice, Mr. Guthrie." She points at him, "One more commentary like this and you are walking plank." SO deadpan. With narrowed eyes and one foot up along the railing with hands on her hips. Maybe she's unaware how closely she is mimicing a pirate... or maybe it's intentional and the bland expression on her face is in on the joke.

Smiling then, in her own way, at Betsy's rising to her defense. "Da." Nodding matter of factly in her direction, head held back so that what little wind can kick her hair behind her. It is not nearly as impressive as she imagines. "Oni do sey pory... s'vremen tekh dalnikh. Letyat i podayut nam golosa..." She's singing. It's quiet, and some old Russian sea shantie, but she's definitely singing it.

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Samuel Guthrie does stir, and says "Hey, Ah trust Paige, Elizabeth, and Melody, but Ah still would do anything Ah could to keep them safe." He looks at Illyana "Same way I would do anything to protect you , Rahne, Xian, and Dani, even though, I have full confidence you could whoop anyone who messes with ya, it is part of caring for ya family.

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Kitty breaks out in giggles as Illyana starts singing the song that Piotr taught them while sailing so long ago. She joins in, her Russian quite passable if accented noticeably. Kitty trails off to answer Betsy though, "Oh, he does. Sinks right to the bottom and has to walk out. If he's metal. If something happened to us he'd have just had to handle it the old-fashioned way. Though, probably why he was so stern about the life preservers, too," she says, musing about the last part.

Kitty goes over and cranks on one of the ropes to tighten it a bit and take some of the slack out of the sale. The wind isn't hard enough to send them flying, but the sailboat is moving at a decent little clip across the water. A few small waves start to be felt but nothing that big happens on the lake outside of a storm. Or a Storm. "So that was pretty awesome of Roberto to buy the club," she comments to Sam.

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Betsy seems content to sit at the front of the boat in silence, eyes closed and listening to the Russian song. She may not know or understand the words, but that doesn't make it any less pleasant to listen to. She rests both palms on the bench seat and leans back, letting the wind pick up and catch her hair. Entirely content to do nothing but enjoy the ride, paying no attention at all to working the rigging. By the way she's acting, it's as though they are sailing the boat solely for her amusement.

"This reminds me of Brighton," the telepath announces to no one in particular, "But with less looking down our noses at people."

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Megan Gwynn is out and about on the lake herself, enjoying a little afternoon flight over the lake after a training session earlier in the morning. Dressed in cute green skorts and a pink t-shirt, she's ready for some summer fuun! As the boat sails off in the wind, she also gets bustled about by the wind a little, letting it glide her along so that she flies just above the boat and in easy view of its occupants below.

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Illyana doesn't mind the difference between cutting the waves and leisure flight across them, she's content with her place in things. Her foot slides down from the railing so as to settle on the bench near Betsy and watches the way the telepath is leaning, looking for all the world like the adventure is for her alone. She does the same, if stiffly. First laying her arms back, then in her lap and finally just dipping backwards into a pseudo sprawl with her feet spilling out into the middle of the boat. She's no longer singing, but she's humming it to herself. Eyes closed and head back so that the wind blows across her scalp.

But her calm cannot last! The tapestry of her enjoyment is all but shattered! Thrown directly into the fire by a feeling on the winds above the sail. Pale blue eyes pop open, staring directly up from her backwards lean at a floating Pixie with the kind of frown usually reserved for poorly timed Carrot Top references. "Tempted to summon giant fly swatter..." Said in a grumble unto herself.

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Samuel Guthrie nods, and stirs the boat "Ah took Rachel out to it one night, and really enjoyed it. Realized it could do some good with the community, and Ah was sick of delivering pizzas. So Ah set up about drawing up a proposal for how it could make money for Bobby, and the community, and sent it to Bobby as a legit investment idea. Mind you Ah wager he would have bought it just cause Ah asked, he is still looking at good things to buy into. Ah had not done a lot of business managing, but between leading the teams, and working with Lila on some of her tours, Ah think I am doing ok.

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Kitty Pryde spots Pixie out flying about and raises her arm to wave over towards the flying mutant. Kitty's still standing, hand holding onto the mast for balance. Just a little bit lean so she's upright as the boat has that slight tilt to the side from the pull of the sail.

Kitty glances over to first Betsy, then Illyana, and finally to Sam. Betsy might pick up that Kitty realized she was checking to assure each of them were having a good time. And then found herself wondering when she changed from just thinking about being out here to herself, to looking out for others like that.

Kitty takes a seat, slipping off her boat shoes and letting them sit in the middle of the deck as she lounges back, removing her wrap finally to get some sun in her bikini. Her mind is drifting to her time at Oxford, and wondering at the things that maybe caused her to grow up more than she'd thought. Kitty looks to Illyana finally. "I missed you," she says to her old friend. Though Kitty has been back for nearly 6 months now, they only saw each other three or four times those first several months.

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Kitty Pryde adds to Betsy, "Oh, the spa... it was the Great Jones Day Spa. In Greenwich on 18th street," she says, remembering the earlier question.

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Megan Gwynn continues to dance and twirl and buzz around randomly in the sky above the boat, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the wind ruffling through her hair. "Bzzz Bzzz, greeting earthlings!" she grins and waves to Kitty and the others, dipping low to land lightly on the boat, incidently ending up right next to Illyana. When she spies her, she may or may not have caught that comment about a fly-swatter. Whatever the case, her smile quickly fades. "Oh. You. Again."

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"Great Jones," Betsy says, all the dominos falling into place in her mind as she commits it to memory, "Thank you. And Kitty? We're all doing fine. I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say we appreciate the concern but you could use the break just as much as any of us."

The telepath glances over her shoulder, watching Kitty lay out to catch some sun and nodding her head in approval. Good.

As she leans her head back to enjoy the breeze, her eyes open in time to see Megan fly overhead. She lifts her hand, a gentle twist at the wrist offering an aristocratic wave to the flying woman. Her eyebrows raise at the rather chilly reception from Illyana, glancing from Sam, to Kitty, and finally to Megan in search of some surface thought that may explain exactly where this came from.

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Illyana grunts, all the joyfulness gone. In its place is a cool blank stare directed up at Megan nestled on the railing near her. "You are lucky you are able to fly or I push you in water." The tone isn't violent so much as... well it's Illyana, so it might be a little violent.. mostly she's chilly and HURRUMPHS her arms across her chest with her lips all puckered up in a truly childish pout.

She's wearing a sundress, it has tiny purple lilacs.

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Samuel Guthrie looks over, and says "No fighting on the boat, " He will say in his team leader/staff voice. "Hello Megan." He greets her, and looks to the women, and says "Oh Betsy, I need your fashion help soon for a date." He will bring up to try to distract from the tension building.

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Kitty Pryde glances between Illyana and Megan, expression a little curious at their interaction. She glances over to Betsy, seeing the same look from the telepath. Kitty gives a tiny shrug of her shoulders and thinks to Betsy that she doesn't know what it is up.

Kitty glances back over to the blond Russian that is her longtime friend. The sight of the dress causes Kitty's hand to drift to her chin, looking a little thoughtful. She is careful to shield her thoughts as best she can for the moment. "Everything ok?" she asks.

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Megan Gwynn glares quietly at Illyana, folding her arms. "Hmph..Guess I could say the same for you..And your teleporting." she allows just the slightest of smirks although her tone isn't malicious, more annoyed, upset about..Something. She also HARRUMPHS, and looks in the opposite direction.

However, when she spies Sam, she arches a brow and blinks in surprise. "Heey, don't have to tell me twice. I'm not fighting anyone, nope nope...Oooh by the way, Sam, I wanted to ask you about a concert I heard you were gonna be hosting soon..For a certain superduperawesomelightshowsinger!" she sounds super excited, her wings fluttering about a million times a second.

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"A date," Betsy repeats Sam's word, clearly eager to be done with whatever unpleasantness is transpiring or at least providing a large enough distraction from it, "Well, I daresay I can provide you with a few ideas. Of course, my fashion advice will likely net you a bit of a bill ... I don't go for knock offs or department store brands, darling."

Betsy watches Megan with a bemused look, her head tilting to one side at so much energy being compressed into a small package. When she notices Kitty isn't sure what's going on either, she just sort of shrugs her shoulders and watches with detached interest. Like observing the huddled masses from one's balcony.

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Illyana turns her head away from Megan, eyes closed, arms crossed and more words spoken than is nesscessary to audibly issue a resounding HUUUUUUUUUUUUURMPH. She is of no mood for it! With both hands falling down from her chest, the small Russian grabs hold of either side of the bench and pushes up as if she's about to leave... only they're out on the lake in a sailboat. A fact that she is keenly aware of, objectively, but quickly forgot in whatever aminated moment of derisiveness has befallen her earlier pleasant disposition.

A glance at Kitty and then another at Betsy sees her shoulders slumping forward and her butt plopping right back on the bench. Presence shrinking down to near mircoscopic level at the looks directed her way from both of them. Her forehead slams forward against her folded arms laying on bent knees.

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Samuel Guthrie looks over to Meghan, and says "Will be a few shows at the club, all the folks from here will have an open invite. Doug will probably be working the door till start." He tells, her. He looks to Betsy "Well is with someone who I think technically is a princess, so probably need to spend some on the night."

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Kitty observes what is going on and then rises from where she's lounging and getting sun. "Megan, trade me seats," she request. "Too much shade from the sail over here," Kitty will claim as she rises to move over to hopefully swap seats and put some space between Pixie and Magik.

Kitty seizes on the shift in conversation. "Technically a princess?" she asks Sam. "Ok I doubt you mean Lorna as she'd be dumking your head if she heard she was only 'technically' one. So someone else then I gather?"

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Megan Gwynn ooooohs, wings fluttering even more quickly in excitement. "Ooooooh, that's sooo lush! Can't wait! And that's sooo awesome that you're gonna let us in!" she arches a brow, "Wow, did you just say you're dating a princess? That's amazing! Who is it?" Megan glances at Betsy thoughtfully, "Ooh, perhaps you can me design a dress for the concert or something..Unless Kitty you wanna go shopping with me, it's been a while since I went to a big show. I need to wear something *special!*" she does give pause as Kitty requests a seat swap and shrugs, popping up from her seat, glancing only briefly at Illyana but more or less ignoring her, "Oh, Sure."

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"Oh, now I simply must know," Betsy's interest is immediately piqued by the suggestion of a princess, technicality or not, "As your most aristocratic friend, Samuel, I feel I have the noble duty to ensure you don't fall head over heals for some social disaster."

When she turns her head to talk to Sam, she momentarily makes eye contact with Illyana and pulls a face. Nothing unpleasant, just wrinkling up her nose and sticking out her tongue in a fashion entirely unlike the aristocrat she claims to be.

"Here, Kitty, I'll shove over," Betsy makes a little space at the prow of the boat for suntanning purposes.

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Illyana keeps her forehead on her arms, but she's staring at her toes through the little gap between her calves. At a point, she turns her head to one side but it's after Megan has moved to the other end of the tiny little boat, and it is definitely not in her direction. Point off act, it's in Betsy's, and by extention, Kitty's, specifically when the former sticks her tongue. She tries so very hard to keep her grrrr face on too, but it loses something when her nose wrinkles due to squinting eyes.

And it's completely gone when her own tongue dashes out between her lips as quickly as to it never having been done at all.

Never has Illyana ever.

Slowly, steadily, begrudgingly, she's coming around.

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Samuel Guthrie looks over to the ladies, and says "Well, as Ah was saying Namorita came into the club last night, and we danced a few dances and hit it off so Ah asked her out. We met a couple years back, when some Atlantians tried to set up the new mutants for stealing something, so she knew Ah am Cannonball, and not sure if that helped or what to be honest.

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Kitty gives Pixie a grateful smile, the swap giving Illyana a little more space. Kitty half-grins as Betsy knows just what to do, but she corrects the British woman. "Don't forget, Illyana is a Queen," Kitty says. "Just... not one recognized by the US State Department. Though I think you should try to line up a visit from the Sectary of State, 'yana. Lord knows that man could use an eye opener," she says with a chuckle.

Kitty relaxes back then, reclining on the deck and getting some sun. She continues listening but doesn't say much. At some point Illyana will probably notice that ruby ring that was Kitty's promise ring is back on her finger, after having not been worn for a couple of weeks.

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Megan Gwynn oohs. "Namorita huh. Never met her, although I've heard of her. That's pretty cool. Would that make you a prince if you married her? Would you have to make trips to Atlantis and grow a fish tail or something? That would be weird." she chuckles as she tilts back her head, enjoying the wind ruffling through her pink tresses. When Kitty mentions Illyana being a 'queen' she pauses a bit, eyes narrowed briefly on Illy. "..Queen, huh. Wonder who her 'subjects' would be."

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Betsy visibly shudders at the mention of Limbo, the usual poised confidence shrinking away for a second in a painfully obvious way. But she shakes her head, dismissing whatever image is in her head and glancing back to Illyana again, "Kitty's right, I'm sorry to have forgotten my place, your majesty." She whirls a hand through the air in an elaborate, seated bow angled at the blonde.

She glances to Megan, lifting her shoulders slightly, "I'm not much of a designer, I'm afraid, but I do know some rather good ones. And I could make some suggestions, of course ... the eyes and the hair. Hm, yes, I think that's definitely something to work with."

A momentarily glance back at Illyana, almost like an apology, before she presses on and turns to Sam: "An underwater princess as well? Will you be taking scuba lessons?"

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"Da, a Queen." Illyana repeats with a distantly dark smile angled upwards at Kitty, then shared as well with Betsy during the elegant seated bow. "You are forgiven, for now." Stressing the for now part as she finally sits up, albeit with her arms curled around her until her palms upon bent elbows. She's looking at something upon Kitty's hand, that ruby ring, and makes a mental note to ask about it when there's more time and less people.

All the wall staring forward with the smallest hint of her smile coming back behind her long blonde hair's straight curtain mask. Blue eyes cutting towards Betsy's.. she shakes her head, "I know" said quietly as looks away and down to her wiggling toes. Feet pressed together on the deck.

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Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, I don't think we are really any where near that, considering we have danced once "I don't thin Marriage is on the table, and I can swim ok, and my power works under water so that helps"

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Megan Gwynn frowns a bit at Illyana, gripping the edge of the seat and continuing to look..Annoyed at something. She refuses to 'bow' to her, or call her 'your highness.' No way! Megan clears her throat a little too loudly, eyes narrowed upon the 'Queen' before deliberately sticking her nose up in the air, looking in the opposite direction. She decides to focus on Betsy instead. "Ooh, that would be lush. I know you have absolutely faboo fashion sense, and I would ~love~ a few pointers! Sometimes it's hard to find stuff to go with my pink hair you know? And it's a paaain having to cut stylish holes for me wings.." Megan just grins at Sam and nods. "Well, that is still very cool!"

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Lorna had vanished sometime ago into the Mansion to answer a phone call from Genosha regarding the happenings from the previous night. Quite some time had passed since then, but now? Now she was trying to find the gaggle that had left via sail boat. It wasn't hard necessarily, she could sense the metal parts of the ship from quite some distance. With a little dramatic flare, the green haired woman flew over, and came floating down from on high to land lightly on the edge of the ship's railing. The majority of her weight held in the magnetic fields rather than actually pressed against the boat's frame. She wore now a simple black bikini top, and a fluttering silk-screened throw over, that was teal-blue with tiny flecks of silver woven into the fabric. A pair of oversized sunglasses, and a set of cut off jean shorts. Her feet were bare, and she lightly tossed back her hair, and settled her hands on her hips.

"I go away for a few hours to handle Genoshan issues, and I come back to all ya'll out here still."

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Betsy shifts slightly to the right on her bench at the prow of the boat, making some space and patting it while looking pointedly at Illyana. No brooding on the boat. Boat rule number one.

"Yes, some say my mutant ability is fashion omniscience. I'm inclined to agree. Whatever you get you'll obviously need to have tailored to account for the wings, and if you're going to be flitting about in the air I suppose that leave skirts right out. Unless you're someone for whom modesty is unimportant."

She looks back at Sam at the tiller of the boat, "I'm glad you aren't thinking of marrying her after one dance - she'd likely think you were after all the sunken treasures in Davey Jones' locker. Besides, I heard Peter Tork's locker has a Ferrari."

Betsy turns her attention then to Lorna, blinking up at her, "My, my! We have more royalty than Eton College today ... "

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Illyana cuts her eyes away from her toes and up at Megan clearing her throat, "What is problem? You are choking on your own dust? You know is saying, never get high on own supply.. maybe is not so many bad idea for you?" She doesn't return to an earlier form of sulkery! Oh no. SOMETHING has bolstered her. And though she is huddling in upon herself, "Or maybe you just need bath." She sniffs at the air, craning her neck in her direction, "Da, time for bath."

Creature cards set to tapped position.

Illyana burns two water resources and cast fire-snark.

Illyana slips up from her seat and slides down the bench to settle into the place beside Betsy. Head up, shoulders back, eyes narrowed, and face grinning like a shark. Alllll teeth. It is not a charming expression at all.

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Samuel Guthrie looks at the ladies and sighs a bit, he has not been able to change the subject well. He looks over waving to Lorna.

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Megan Gwynn grits her teeth, glaring silently at Illyana for several more moments before she too, rises to her feet and storms right up to Illy, right in her face. "No. I'm NOT choking on my own dust. And I'm certainly not gonna bow to you, like you're my Queen or something." she smirks, taking a step back, relaxing. "Maybe you're the one that needs a bath, or are you too afraid of the water? I know *I'm* not." yup. That's a challenge. Not a threat, not an invitation to fight. An invitation to take a dip in the water. If she dares.

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Lorna stepped down from her precarious position on the railing with light steps, and flashed Betsy a smile as she glanced around at the boat's occupants. The comment about 'royals' though had Lorna rolling her eyes skyward. "Eh, I have no crown on and I'm not in Genosha. So I don't count right now. I am off duty and responsibility." She drawled and her gaze settled on the brewing storm between Illyana and Megan. Anything further broke off as she hitched an eyebrow, glancing between the two of them as each in turn spoke.

A 'huh' escaped her, and she paused from actually commenting just yet, though she did nod in Sam's direction.

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"Speak for yourself," Betsy says to Lorna airily, "I may not be in England but I bloody well better be treated like an aristocrat. My mother's great-great-great-great-great grandfather didn't cozy up to King William just so I could wander around with the masses." She's kidding. Half-kidding. Probably.

Betsy seems to weather the gale between Illyana and Megan as though nothing has happened, patting the Russian on the forearm idly while keeping her eyes turned to the lake and the pleasant summer's day.

"In the immortal words of Burrows and Swerling," Betsy announces to everyone in general, before putting on a truly bad gangster movie-style American accent, "Siddown, yer rockin' the boat."

Good grief.

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Illyana was definitely going to rise to the challenge. She even bucks forward as if she's coming off the bench, but Betsy's hand pats her forearm and stalls the inevitable lurch in Megan's direction what would no doubt see them both swimming back to the surface... or flying and teleporting, but really... details. "Da, you go swim if you want. I have good company to keeping."

She turns her head up, chin pointing waaay to high, and nose angled so as to look STRAIGHT DOWN IT at Pixie.

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Samuel Guthrie frowns a bit and crosses his arms. He will look at trying to bring the boat back towards the shore. This si getting a bit rocky for a boat in the middle of the lake even if all of them have ways out of the water

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Megan Gwynn continues to glare at Illyana and even chuckles a bit when she tries to rises before being stopped by Betsy. "Hah. Suure. Or maybe you're just chicken.." she smiles and does her best to look DOWN upon Illyana before glancing over at Betsy. "Oh, sorry about that!" she very carefully takes her seat, as far away from Illy as possible. "So Lorna, what's it like being a princess? It sounds well tidy!"

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Lorna shot Betsy a look as the woman commented on royalty and all it came with, but it was more of a dry, sardonic one. She smiled, and shook her head as she found a spot to sit down on the boat and just stay out of the way of the dramatics going on. She leaned back, closing her eyes as she inhaled a breath and exhaled, "I am speaking for myself. As someone who's country is an active monarchy, it's a lot more work. And I am exhausted from dealing with it."

The Genoshan princess cracked her eyes as Megan came over her way rather than continuing to get into with Illyana. She eyed the other woman from over the rim of her sunglasses and then promptly pushed them back up the edge of her nose.

"Well lets see, I had to sit out of relaxing for the past several hours because the head of security had to report to me about the lack of progress they've made on an issue. Then I had to teleconference with Council members who wanted to hear from me what happened. Then had to talk down security from sending bodyguards to watch me here. And oh.. had to reschedule my with the business contracts that wanted to meet with me regarding trade negotiations with Genosha. As well as reschedule the press meeting for the new hospital opening, and other public appearances. It's work. I'm tired. Can we please talk about literally anything else?"

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"That sounds like quite the day, Lorna," Betsy says dryly, flicking her large square shield sunglasses down over her eyes and leaning back on her palms once more, "We've been on a boat. Earlier, we were on the shore." The telepath extends a finger to point at the sandy shoreline. The busy and storied lives of mutants on summer vacation.

"So, I think we've established we all need to visit Samuel's club and give it a shot in the arm as a popular venue for the noted and notable. Why don't we make a night of it?"

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Illyana blows out a long suffering sigh and glances back towards the approaching shore, thans to Sam. "I am very tired." She murmurs to herself, fluttering her hands back into her long hair to finally push it away from her forehead. Her leg drops a little to knock knees with Betsy. Trying not to get all up in arms again about Megan's chicken statement by grunting a quiet, if nuh uhish agreement. Regality is Queen. "Can we make boat hurry, maybe?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn steals a secret smile at Illyana, happy that she has won the argument for the day, and glances back at Lorna as she explains the complexities of being a princess. "Phew, that does not sound fun at all. I never realized royalty had it so hard. You should def join the rest of us in relaxing at Sam's new nightclub, that place sounds amazing, especially if Dazzler will be performing!" she nods in agreement with Betsy. "Can't wait to look for a new outfit, with your help of course! We should all go shopping for fun new outfits! It'll be a blast!"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna stifled a yawn and leaned back against the boat, her hands pillowing beneath her head as she simply tried to relax against the rocking motion of the lake's gentle waves against the boat's sides as it moved. "I think the night club sounds great and all but--" She broke off as she stretched out her legs further in front of her. "It also sounds like work. And also sounds loud. I'm with Illyana, I'm tired."

Magik has posed:
The tail end of the voyage sees Illyana settling back as well. Really it's more like laying on her side with an arm over her face like a cat. Her feet pull up onto the bench with her with her other arm wrapped around the front of her knees to keep them there. Once more humming the Russian sea shanty to herself.