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13415/Burger Robbery!

2021-06-01T22:00:39Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/06/01
|Location=Big Belly Burger, Old Gotham
|Synopsis=Bank robbers try to flee through a Big Belly Burger... but have not thought about the chance to encounter a Werewolf and others.
|Cast of Characters=8808,1790,996
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:''' The day's later and people flock the lines of the Big Belly Burger manufactory par excellence. Fatty 100% beef paddies were stuffed into nutrient-lacking buns that on their own taste like cardboard, only to be given the proper taste by their secret sauce. Because you don't come for the bun. You come for the sauce and fries. Fries with special salt, availeable in normal, spicy and superspicy. Add to that the addicting properties of caffeinated cold beverages (now without cocaine since 1929!) and you had a recipe of success. Or disaster for people's figures. Anyway, they are a perfect stop for the hungry worldwide, and the taste is the same wherever you go! That is everywhere but India, where you get chicken instead of beef. This particular branch is right next to the Gotham Savings and Loan, an old bank. Which makes it even more attractive for bankers in their short lunch breaks. Standing in line for their fix of grease laden burger and fries with a side of soda is Ivory, cat ears flicking on top of the head to idly listen in on people talking... 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Having already arrived earlier, Andrea had a 'pick up' order because she used her app to cut the lines. Already paid for, and already waiting. Having snagged the bag of food, she and her bodyguard, James, makes their way to a table and sit down for an early dinner break. After the bag is opened, she reaches in and takes out the burger and fries, then places it next to her milkshake. She gives a smile to James, who is a fairly well built man in his 50's with a short cut trim and a button down black shirt and jeans. He has military tattoos on his arms. "Thanks for stopping for me, James. I know how you like your junkfood and the hotel is going to have probably expensive low calorie stuff." James gives a nod of his head as he unwraps his double, then takes a large bite out of it. He tends to be quiet, agreeable to his employer. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles didn't come for the buns, or the secret sauce or fries. He came for the burgers. He doesn't often take the time to close his shop and go get food, but apparently, today he had decided to do so. One burger, a side of fries, and an *gasp* iced tea, because they don't serve hot tea here, thanks, and he's stepping away from the counter and toward a table. He spares a glance for those in the line as he passes by them, noticing in particular the flicking cat ears. "Interesting," is heard in a very soft tone, the accent distinctly British. Upper class, even. He is dressed today in tweed, in a shade stuck somewhere between grey and tan and is somehow both and neither at the same time. His shirt beneath is offwhite. His shoes are leather, and a brown that is darker than the tweed. Giles makes his way to an empty booth and slides into it. The back of the burger joint happens to be in front of him, the counter behind him, and the bank somewhere off to the left. To the left happens to be one of those miniature, hole in the wall museums. The sign outside had said something about Egypt. Giles had paid it little mind. Once settled, he tries a sip of the tea, and grimaces faintly. Ugh, is the expression. The burger is then taken from the bag and unwrapped. He takes a bite of it. Where the tea had gotten a grimace, apparently the burger passes muster, for he closes his eyes in something akin to bliss. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:''' Ivory's ears swivel some, a chuckle running over their face as someone complains about low calorie stuff at the hotel, before they focus on Rupert's comment. "Oh, they're real," they respond, brushing the ponytail back over the shoulder a moment before returning to the line, stepping forward to order. "A triple stacked with extra cheese and no onions please. A side of normal fries and sour cream and the good old coke if you have," they ordered, the ears flicking to the wall left of the cashier and a questioning look wafts over their face. Drilling sounds? Possibly just renovations. Paying up their tab, they wait for the package to be packaged for the moment.... 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "So, when we get back to the hotel, you got big plans, or just going to drink beer and watch TV?" Andrea is always trying to engage with James, even if he is the strong and silent type. Most of the time it's her talking to herself as he gives light grunts, nods and commentary. James gives a shrug of his shoulders upwards, then glances up at her to dab at his mouth with a napkin. "Yes. Probably." "Oh, that's exciting, whatcha gonna watch?" "Fishing." "You are going to watch /fishing/? Really, James? Come on. You can admit you're going to order adult channels." Andrea says with a lift of her brows. "Nope. Fishing." "Well, I'm going to be Facetiming Jay all night as we watch Netflix together." "Sounds romantic." "Super is." As she glances towards the lines, she spies Ivory, brows lifting upwards, then lifts a hand up to wave towards her, holding on her milkshake. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles had paused briefly to look to Ivory. "I know," he had said. And continued on, apparently unpurturbed by the ears, and the fact that they are the real deal. Giles is, presently, sitting far enough away that he doesn't hear the drilling sounds. But, he also doesn't have better than normal human hearing. Perhaps not even as good as it once was. The grey in his hair says he's starting to get up there in age. He eats another bite of the burger, and then slips his hand into one of his jacket pockets. Out comes a small book. In relative terms. It's only about five inches long. But it's over an inch thick. He lays it on the table and opens it to start reading while he's eating. Perhaps he wants to tune out the conversation about fishing. After a few bites, Giles has apparently forgotten how bad the tea is, and reaches for the cup to take a drink. There's another grimace and a shake of his head. "Oh that's bad," he mutters quietly to himself. He eats another bite to wash the taste of the tea away. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:''' Outside the faint sound of Gotham has its steady backgroudn altered as sirens mix in. Nothing new in Gotham. There's always some crime somewhere. After a couple moments the sound of drills stop. The world moves on, people order, orders get processed and bagged and nothing happens. Just as Ivory picks up the paper bag, the world seems to slow down... The first sign that something is off is a flinch on Ivory's face as if some annoying sound is there. Indeed there is some hypersonic sound, like from a dog whistle. It sets off a sensor on the other side of the wall, starting a chain reaction. A chip amps up the signal into an electric spark. The spark runs into a few silver tubes sticking in the wall. Then there is the little cracking sound as these tubes detonate like firecrackers, followed by the much more substantial detonation of the actual charge that had been foamed into the wall. Dust and brick explode outwards from the wall, tossing the screens from the menu through the burger joint just as much as they fling the food from the table. A sharp iece of brick scratches along Ivory's face, leaving a bloody streak as they spiral down to try to evade more of the debris. Another customer is hit by a flying piece of coffee machine and his arm is pinned to a room divider by the portafilter's handle. Bricks knock over people. But the worst hit is the akne struck teen that had just operated the soft drink machine. He learned flying on those moments, getting flung right out of the joint and out to the road as the explosion hit him right in the face. "Ace, you overdid that on purpose! I said a clean breakthrough." some voice with a scrambler yells from the now missing wall to someone else. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' It seems that Ivory isn't the only person who can sense the oncoming chaos. Andrea's head jerks upwards as her own ears 'perk' a bit. She has hyper senses as well and her attention turns towards the wall. "Hey James, something is about to hap--" As the wall explodes outwards, she pushes herself backwards, tumbling down to the floor and covering her head. James gets hit with a chunk of concrete square in the chest as he stood up and turned around to try and put himself in front of the popstar. There is a loud crack of bone and a sputter of blood out his lips as he hits the ground in a thud. As her ears ring, she scrambles on all fours, crawling herself over towards James to give him a few firm nudges. "James. Hey.. wake up. Come on." She says, glancing upwards to the wall and the voices coming out of it. Her eyes narrow and a low growl starts to bubble up in her throat. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles is not quite as used to the sound of sirens. Sunnydale is a fairly quiet place. If you don't count the vampires and demons. But there aren't a lot of crimes that need sirens! As such, he closes the book and looks toward the doors ahead of him. As he watches outside, the book gets repocketed. It seems an unconscious move rather than anything done on purpose. With his back to the counter, Giles doesn't have a clue that anything interesting or untoward is going on. And his eyes and part of his attention are out front, where there are cop cars speeding in and screetching to stops. The rest is on the burger. Until there's an explosion beside him. Giles flinches as he's tossed out of the booth, and the burger goes flying, less than half eaten, to land open on the floor. But Giles isn't thinking about the burger anymore. No, he's rolling to his knees and turning to face the wall, his right hand bracing himself against the floor. Ears ringing from the loud sound within a contained space, he can't really hear more than a muffled voice yelling something. Rupert's eyes take in James on the floor with blood at his lips, and the acne struck tean that had gone flying and is lying somewhere past him. He shakes his head, trying to clear the ringing in his ears that way. Not that it does him any good. Now he's watching that rather large hole in the wall. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:''' The room is a mix of chaos, yelling and deafened hammering in the ears of Ivory and anyone else, the eyes dilated as red and white dust starts to settle over the scene while a pair of people with masks slip into the newly made doorway. Automatic weapons in hand, they slowly stride through the chaos they made. Some russian or eastern block models that try and keep the people in check. The masks are hard, like molded on the faces, and then painted with a set of cards. Ace of Spades. Queen of Hearts. King of Clubs. Jack of Diamonds. Ivory tries to work their way back to the feet as they directly face a gun right in the face. "Stay down." is the order yelled at them as another person works the way through the hole, carrying a heavy bag. A Joker mask?! Not the Gotham's very own Joker though. Risque. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' As the dust and smoke begins to clear, a large table is seen flying out from the room, striking the gunman to the head that holds the pistol to Ivory. It's launched at a fast velocity and designed to create some serious damage. Rising upwards from the smoke is an eight foot tall warform of 'Rage'. Black fur. Curved black claws. Yellow eyes, and a large muzzle full of sharp teeth. The better to eat you with. The clothing of the popstarlet is shredded and hanging loosely off her body as she blurs forward, kicking off on bi-pedal legs as one of her paws snags a chair along the way, swinging outwards like a club as she whips it around with a deep, ear-splitting roar of fury and anger. The wolf has lost her mind and is on the hunt. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' The ringing continues unabated in Giles' ears. He shakes his head again and starts to climb unsteadily to his feet, only to drop immediately back to his knees. He shakes his head yet again and lifts his left hand to adjust his glasses. Ears ringing, and dizzy. What a joyful combination. Giles stays on his knees, his right hand braced now against a corner of booth wall that he'd wound up beside after he'd been flung. His eyes take in what's there to be seen. Hard masks, not flexible. Painted on cards. He's trying to puzzle out the signifigance of the suits combined with those specific court cards. What did that combination mean, precisely? Queen of Hearts. Wasn't there something from Alice in Wonderland with the Queen of Hearts? Giles shakes his head, trying yet again to clear it, and the ringing, from his mind. Giles tries once again to climb to his feet, making it fully upright this time. He keeps his hand, for the moment, on that corner of booth wall. Then there's a werewolf. That? That does bring a moment of pause to Rupert. He looks at the werewolf, flinging tables and chairs around with abandon. His blue eyes are wary. And then it roars. He claps his hands to his ears, because he heard that even through the ringing! Though he sees weird things on very nearly a daily basis, werewolves tend to be the kind that eats you, not the kind that leaves innocent bystanders alone and attacks the bad guys. But, with the werewolf going on the hunt, Giles turns his attention back to the bad guys. And then does something possibly entirely stupid. Decent with hand to hand or not, these guys have automatic weapons. As the saying goes, fists or knives are no match for guns. Regular guns. Even so, Giles launches himself toward the closest one, his right fist swinging in to take the guy straight in his Ace of Spades mask. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:''' A table to the chest is not what Jack expected. And as these are tables with heavy metal legs - classic style - it not only impacts him with the satisfying sound of shattering ribs, it also throws him back into a thrown over cashier rig. Just his AKM stays with him, spewing hot metal into the ceiling as he is flying backwards. His compatriot Queen of Hearts turns and to take rough aim at the beast that is starting to come at them, sending more metal their way from the Sa vz. 61. Much more controllable than the heavy gun of her compannion, she tries to stay on target with te .38 bullets, but then the short 15 round magazine runs out just before Rage arrives... Ace is likewise mostly concearned with the werewolf, his PP-19 Vityaz sending good old Parabellum into the direction of her until the fist of Ruper connects with his cheek, making him stumbled to the side for a moment. With a grunt, he tries to strike back with the butt of his SMG, but that is a lightened gun, making it loose some of the heft that a full sized assault or battle rifle would have. This leaves the Wildcard/Joker and King. The latter of which suddenly needs to face a rather angry Ivory, claws ripping through his shirt while a leg rams up between his legs, making him sing a howling soprano. His hand cramps, sending a blast from his Type 79 towards the buddy but missing him barely, before it drops, fingers from the rather angry cat-person tearing at his skin. There's little to no reason left in Ivory. Just pure instinct and dirty fighting making them maul what they get between the fingers. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' As the bullets strike the large werewolf that charges forward, Rage's body gives a number of jolts, but it doesn't stop her forward movement. She eats the metal like pez candy, her blood spraying along the walls. She swings out with her chair, swiftly coming down upon the head of the Queen in a sweeping manner as wood and metal splinter away and the gun is crushed beneath a large paw. ~DIE!~ No one can understand her wolf tongue, but the intention is there. Run, little sheep. Run for your life. Her entire posture is aggressive, intimidating, and blood soaked as she lunges next for whoever is standing next. She is like a wild animal, zero focused on those with the weapons, the rest of the world a hazy, blurry image across her eyes. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles flinches at the sound of the gunfire going into the ceiling, but that doesn't stop what he's doing at all. He takes a step to the side as the butt of the SMG comes in at him, and grunts as it hits him in the shoulder. His fist comes flying in again, this time not for Ace of Spade's face, but for the side of his head. A harder punch this time. And Rupert is quite surprisingly skilled in hand to hand. He knows how to throw a punch and make it count. But those masks are a problem. And his hand is going to be quite sore after this. The werewolf's blood not only sprays the walls, but people in here too. Giles gets a hefty dose of it. Here's hoping it's not contageous! He spares but a glance for the werewolf as that single word comes to his ears. "Oi! Try not to kill them. Let them live to pay for their crimes." Ooh. The ringing has eased from his ears. This is good, right? With the bad guys with guns, and the werewolf set on a killing spree, he doesn't even notice the cat using its claws to help shred one of the bad people. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:''' As the chair impacts Queen of Hearts, it turns into a bloody mess of a puddle, the body slowly tipping over with its replacement head. The guy with the Wildcard or Joker face starts to pull the trigger of his Saiga 12, one charge of 00 buckshot blasting at Rage after another. The noise of a typewriter the size of a room hammers through the room, intermixed by the sound of King of Clubs screaming for mercy as Ivory seems intent to peel the guy's skin from his arms, his gun lost somewhere on the ground, one hand trying to protect his crown jewels, the other his face from the clawing fingers of the cat-person. Ace of Spades attempts his best to keep Rupert off his face, but it's a loosing struggle, the hard mask not cushioning the impacts at all. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' As she is rocked by the next blasts, meat tearing away from her shoulder and side, Rage whips her gaze over towards the Joker, her breath puffing out in hot steam from around her nostrils and mouth. Some of the wounds are slowly healing in front of them as bullets clink upon the ground as they are pushed out by her healing factor. Rupert's shout is lost within the drown of screaming anger that howls in the back of her head. She's checked out. She's no longer home. She lunges forward, dodging left to right to avoid the next pair of blasts, then slashes her claws upwards to rip the weapon away, followed by another cut of her claws along his hips to topple him. He'll live, as long as EMS gets there soon. Once the last of the gunshots ring out, she can feel her heart rate begin to slowly drop as her vision starts to clear. She looks at the blood, then down to herself as her ears splay backwards in distress. Yelping loudly, she bolts towards the fallen body of James, hefting him up carefully in her arms, then rushes through the debris and out into the night through the backdoor and into the alley. She can't shift back. She can't get caught on camera. Most likely no one would even know it was her amidst the chaos. 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles winces at the sound of all the gunfire. Again. It's loud. And his ears are a bit on the tender side after the explosion. He doesn't let up on Ace of Spades, oh no. The Watcher is going to pound the man until he is down and stays down. It might be the only way to protect him from the werewolf. And, well, people that explode holes in buildings don't really deserve any better, especially when they have no compunctions against killing innocent people in the process! And then the werewolf yelps loudly, and he hurriedly looks that way. Only to see her bolting off with a body. Well. He looks back to Ace, his hands still up and fisted, ready to pummel the guy more if he isn't down by now. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory (8808)}} has posed:''' Ace tumbles before he falls to the knees, somewhat out of the fight. Two of the others are out with hefty wounds. One is dead for sure. And King is screaming for mercy and to stop under the weight of Ivory pinning them down with two arms. Outside, police and EMS start to arrive, the werewolf slipping away just in time. Firefighters and Medics start to line up, waiting for the police to file in and secure the scene... and just a couple minutes later the two mildly injured are handcuffed on the ground and hauled away, the other two cuffed to stretchers and a coroner called... Just another typical Gotham day? 

:'''{{#var:996|Rupert Giles (996)}} has posed:''' Rupert Giles stops once Ace is down. And he stands there, watching him. He glances around the room, at the blood splashed everywhere. At the downed or dead bombers. Bank robbers? Both? He waits for the police. And gives his version after assuring them that the blood wasn't his. And afterward, he leaves. Another innocent bystander caught up in the actions of bad guys. 
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13417/A repeated moment

2021-06-01T20:41:31Z

Dynamite: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2021/06/01 |Location=Danger Room - X-Men Base |Synopsis=Rogue gives Jeremy an additional prom moment. |Cast of Characters=16,9604 |pretty=yes }} {{..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/06/01
|Location=Danger Room - X-Men Base
|Synopsis=Rogue gives Jeremy an additional prom moment.
|Cast of Characters=16,9604
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' The message texted to Jeremy was simple. <Come to the Danger Room. Wear your tux. Don't ask questions.> And Rogue figured the man would comply, or maybe he'd go through a series of questions in his head - she wasn't entirely sure. What she was sure of, was that after a little bit of chaos and some possible missed moments, she wanted to do something special. The Danger Room is often NOT used for something like this, but she knew nothing was planned for the room today and therefore slotted time to run something a lot different. Setting it up to look precisely like Club Evo looked the night of prom, a scattering of some not-so-familiar faces because no one else was going to be 'real' aside from herself and Jeremy. When the man arrives, he'll find Rogue just inside, all gussied up like she had been on prom night as well, down to the coating on her skin that lets people touch her with no consequence. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Having texted back, << ??? I don't have one, I rented it, but I will put on pants and a shirt. >> Jeremy makes his way into the Danger Room with a pair of black pants and a black button down shirt, tucked in. His long hair is pulled back behind him into a pony tail and he looks curious. As he spies Rogue, his brows lift upwards some, then grows a bit nervous as confusion riddles his face. << Hello. What type of scenario will this be? >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smiles and motions for him to step further in. "It's a scenario of two friends went to prom, and neither of them really got to dance much. One not at all, and another ... not really with them he wanted to dance with." She offers, and then "Run program." So that music starts to play - but more from a DJ and not a live band - before her eyes glance over to him. "To be honest, aside from maybe Beast...you were someone I wanted a dance with... if it ain't wrong of me to say." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' There is a slow blink from Jeremy's eyes at that. He looks surprised. << Why me? I would think everyone would want to dance with Ted, who has a peak physical frame, or Mister Worthington who is perfect. >> Everyone has a crush on Warren. Everyone. As he steps up to her, he offers up a small smile, listening to the music play. << How come you didn't dance at Prom? >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' A color slightly tints those latex-covered cheeks as Jeremy questions her and then steps up to her side. Rogue just sort of looks away a moment. "I ain't really into those kinda things... I mean sure Ted an' Warren are hot but..." She shrugs. "It ain't always about looks Jer, and besides, you're hot. In some people's eyes." "Also, you get me...in ways that not many people do. And I appreciate that." Then she walks further 'inside' the club, towards where the dance floor is a bit away. "And I didn't dance at prom cause I was caught up in a conversation with Hank, and then I was helping Rosie, and then I was talkin' to you but before I could say much they were callin' Prom Royalty and...I had to get back. This stuff I'm coated with don't last forever." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I don't know. I am starting to see that some people find me attractive, which is still an oddity for me, but I suppose it's nice. I do not think about it much. I don't see attraction in people, I just see people as people and I suppose I like them if they like me. >> As he makes his way over to her, Jeremy offers up a small smile, then holds out his hands to her. <> He asks curiously as he tilts his head to one side. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I only don't believe that because you called me beautiful the other day, and I know you wouldn't say somethin' like that if you didn't mean it in some fashion." Rogue offers, taking Jeremy's hands as they're offered. "But I also get it. I think you're attractive, if it makes any difference." As the music becomes some sort of medium paced dance rhythm, she sort of..waits. Mostly because she wants to ensure Jeremy's comfortable, so she'll let him lead. "Hmm? Yeah. Everything is fine. I guess. Why?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Well, yes, I do find you beautiful. I find most people to have desirable characteristics. I don't see people like.. most people do. I look at them like art. Maybe? I have tried to explain myself to Rosie and Gray that I do not have normal hormones like most teenagers do. I don't look at people and think that they are sexually attractive. I see you as having symmetrical eyes, pleasant lips, an even skin tone, unique hair coloring and you have an excellent muscle to bone ratio. You are mathematically attractive. >> Jeremy's hands slide into hers, allowing her to take the lead in this dance. He is always the follower in situations like this. A social snail. << I was only curious. I suppose I am not used to people summoning me to the Danger Room for a dance. I just figured maybe you had something on your mind and was looking to talk to someone and was using this as an excuse. Not that I mind. I could use a break from work and I am here to listen. >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue actually lets out a laugh and then nods her head. "Coming from you, I'll definitely take it. But that's another thing that draws me to you I think. Like when you said I'd of been the perfect girlfriend...because we'd just talk about stuff and it'd be less physical and more emotional or just...being simple partners to each other." Or at least, that was the best way Rogue could explain it. "Most people wouldn't summon someone to the Danger Room for a dance. I just thought..." She falters a bit then, and still somehow manages to lead him into a dance on the floor that's got a little sway rhythm but they can still talk. "I don't know. You seemed a little down at the prom...and I didn't get a dance. Hell, I didn't even get my own prom when I was younger cause by then I was already a run away gettin' into trouble. And it always seems like work around here... a little change of pace isn't so bad." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he moves with her, Jeremy sways back and forth slowly, shuffling on awkward feet. Even though he got a few dances in at the Prom, they were awkward and bird like. He doesn't have rhythm, but he at least makes a courageous attempt. <> Jeremy gives her a smile, followed by a small giggle. << That way the conversation is always pleasant and I won't ever feel uncomfortable or socially awkard and afraid to offend someone. Maybe I can codify a girlfriend for myself and input it into a smart device I can carry around with me. >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue chuckles, not even caring about the awkward bird like ungraceful motions. She's definitely more into the conversation, and technically moving to music is dancing. No one ever said HOW one has to move to the music. "I can see you doing that and no one who knows you would even bat an eye at it or wonder why. From what we've talked about and even what you've said earlier, I know you wouldn't miss the physical aspect." The music changes to something slower, as it does a few times at proms, and Rogue smiles. "Here..." She places his hands on her upper hips and then wraps her arms around his neck, leading him in a slow swaying circle. "I would wonder if you'd miss talking to a person every now and again though..." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy says pragmatically as he sways with her. When his hands are re-adjusted, he finds his cheeks flushing brightly, fingers curling in a bit for a moment. << But having Gray and Rosie around is nice. It does help me warm up to the idea of being with someone physically. Even if we just spend most of our time watching videos and talking on the couch. >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Well. You're doing everything right. Taking it slow, finding out what works and what don't. I don't quite understand the similarties between talkin' to someone online or in person. I guess I'd more like to see facial expressions along with hearing tones." Rogue confesses and then smiles. She moves one hand to boop a finger onto Jer's nose. Mostly because she can, for now, with no consequence. "See now that sounds nice. Just relaxing and enjoying time together. Talking a little likely but mostly just hanging out. I envy you that." A soft chuckle then. "Thanks for coming down, by the way, I was almost afraid you wouldn't..." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I needed a break from the computer and I think Rosie and Gray are out on a date, so I am happy to shift my attention somewhere else. I could use the practice on dancing. I don't know when I will again, but I should try. >> Jeremy says with a nod of his head as the speakers on his phone bleep out from his shoulder holster. << Thank you for hanging out with me. I am going to miss everyone when I move out in a few months. I will still visit but it will feel weird not being here day to day. >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue shifts back so she can look directly as Jeremy's gaze while she smiles. "Well, s'long as you ain't a stranger. Maybe we can all get together in Mutant Town or something." Then she chuckles, "And I don't mind trying to teach ya how to dance while you're still here or even after you leave. You - ah - have an internship with Stark Industries yeah? You keep workin' for Tony, you might need to know how to dance. Or learn how to tell him you don't wanna be social." She pauses a moment and then shifts to rest her forehead on Jer's shoulder. At least there's no transference of latex. "He can be known to throw parties, sometimes onna whim." Then she breathes, and she sighs. There's a bit on her mind, but she's not coming clean with it. Just enjoying the moment for what it is. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I don't think I will be invited to parties. I am going to be a low level drone on an internship. As long as I produce good work, I will most likely be ignored, which is suitable for someone of my skill-set. Blackhats thrive in an environment in which they are overlooked. >> Jeremy's arms curl around her a bit more as her head rests against his shoulder. He is stiff in his movements back and forth, haven't learned to relax his posture yet. He's like a circling toothpick. 
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13412/The Start or maybe the End!

2021-06-01T17:50:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool is standing in this almost empty bar with the lights low so no-one can really see how dirty it is though the people around are a bit pushed back surprised as there is a normal sized man in black, and red from head to toe in his costume pulling the Bartender over the bar towards him holding a hand drawn in crayon picture of a large guy standing next to a DP look a like. Of course this show of 'stregnth' isn't really important, but the outburst from just the bartender trying to blow him off. None of the numerious weapons on the man were drawn yet, but Wade looked upset and pushed the picture into the mans face. "Where is he.. I know you know!" he asks in a gravely tone.. Of course at this point the bartender had looked at the picture, blown off this guy as crazy or stupid, tough now he wishes he knew what the heck it was supposed to be. "I don't know man!" is all he says at first following it up with a "There are lots of tall people.. How bout that guy." and he points to the tallest person in the bar. But his only answer is a calm. "Look again.. He would never be in a dingy dive like this just sitting there." Of course he had not looked around directly busting into the front door right to the bartenter so he could ask for his friend. Of course he was blown off, and this happened so here we were. It was night, though this place was just not popular so it was still rather early before closing time. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' The back area of the bar suddenly fills up with the swelling presence of a truly monstrous man as he emerges from the rear hallways of the joint. Even he probably has more common sense then to try and use the local restrooms so let's just presume that there are other areas of the bar where certain dealings are made, not mention the rear entrance, and go from there. Either way, his presence is noteworthy if for no other reason that he looks so massive as if to have dined on the defensive line of the New York Giants, topped it off with the current Yokozuna and then came back for seconds with the current bodybuilding line up of the past few Mr. Olympia's with a side of World's Strongest Man competitions. So huge. Yeah he's huge. Each movement stretches a tee-shirt sporting an image of Godzilla on it, like saranwrap across monstrous pectorals and boulder like biceps and his jeans and work boots strain against his muscled legs. And somehow he avoids being gawked at or noticed due to the attention being created by a certain Deadpool further in the bar. At the sight of this, the huge man freezes...and then looks at the nearest onlookers and holds up a finger as if to say 'Shhhhh'... and then becomes to slowly walk to the side, heading for a side entrance and not towards the bar. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' at the pleading of the Bartender he turns, and looks finally with a sigh of course he almost made it right by the door maybe a couple steps away he could hear, "Buddy is that you? Wow you look different in civies." and laughs aloud dropping the bartender to the floor. He takes a step forward maybe seeing you are still on your way out before he holds his hands up, "No.. no no no.. Hear me out big guy." he slowly steps towards him. The few people in the bar are at the edges of their seats. Was the little guy going to fight the big one? Were they friends? Is one maybe a cousin they thought were dead but actually had a identical twin.. Who knows but they watched quietly sipping their beers watching. Deadpool would continue to approach slowly, with his hands up like approaching a trapped animal. "Heeeey best buddy.. Comon. I never lead you astray yet have I?" he grins a bit, "What could it hurt to listen for a minute.." he grins with a shrug, "I mean we could be talking around a million reasons to listen.. isn't that enough?" 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "Hn.." Cain's nostrils flare and he sighs before grunting and shaking his head. "Man..you really just want me to make good on my threat to rip you in half, don't you.." But Cain is not truly evil or desturctive for the sake of destruction. He quirks his mouth into an annoyed look, especially at the constant 'buddy' statements..but eventually just sighs and then turns and faces away from Wade towards the rest of the bar. "Everybody..BEAT IT! NOW!!" At first..there isn't much movement.. but then a few do start to get up, slowly but surely and others do as they see the look on the goliath's face. The bartender looks on in confusion and just sighs, "Don't..don't smash the place up man. It's hard here in Mutant Town..I--" "Don't worry about it. I got you covered. But forget anything you hear. In fact. You're closed. Go into yer office and then see me after..." As the small crowd moves to wisely shuffle out, Cain looks back to Wade. "Okay talk. Five minutes." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade smiles, and waits for everyone to vacate the place moving to the bar he pours himself a drink, and looks to see if Juggy wants one. "I knew my BFF wouldn't let me down always good for a minute though it is hard to find you." he notes eyes the bartender with a 'I want to kill you stare' as he talks to big man. Dp doesn't do anything, but watches him go into the office before he finally turns to look at the big man himself. With a chuckle he holds his glass up, "To friends huh?.. No..." He sighs, "Never any fun.. Look, I figured it out.. It might be nice to get some extra money as things are running tight right?" He takes a drink, "But I mean what can you do, ya have Bats on one side, people with mutant powers on the other with a whole bunch of aliens in between." he sighs and shakes his head, "What are ya going to do if ya make one step they are all going to go crazy." he then looks into his drink, "But what if there was a way.. A way to lower their reaction time to a point we can be gone before they show up." he holds up his glass to look in it with a crazy laugh. "A way to steal the money, and keep it without having to worry about do-gooders getting in our way. Or at least... most of them." he glances at Juggernaut with a twisted grin. "Is that crazy?" 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "The hell? Are you proposin' some sort of heist with me?" questions Cain, looking at Deadpool with confusion and then an incredulous expression on his thuggish features. "I can't figure you out. And stop calling me yer buddy and bff. We're not tight-friends for cryin' out loud! You did me a solid by getting me out of that stasis cage and for God's sake, I don't even know how I was so sloppy those two-bit Mutant Farm bozo's even managed to get the jump on me to get me in one in the first place--but we aint BFFs!" Cain huffs like an enraged bull but then relaxes, "Aint you with the X-Men? What're you doing wanting to rob a -bank-? Is your memory comin' back?" He looks on, trying to figure out the angle here. "I aint strapped for cash. What are -you- trying to do?" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool looks up at him and smiles, "It has been a little more then I let on at times maybe." he tilts his head with a small grin, "But yes.. That is it exactly, I am suggesting a job with a take home of at least a million dollars." he says standing up with a untouched drink he poured moving to the huffing, and puffing Cain. "And yes.. I am with the people, but I am no X-men as they have told me repeatly." he says a bit harshly his grip on the glass gets a bit harder. "But.. that is neither her nor there.." he adds taking a deep breath relaxing a little bit as he continues to approach. He looks at Cain, and offers the drink to the big man. "Do you know why I call you my BFF big guy?" he grins up at him, "Cause I won't lie to ya buddy, I won't use you for some unknown cause to do something stupid like those big name guys would. I don't want anything from ya other then your friendship." he laughs a bit, "I know you would rip me in half in a heartbeat, but we are working on that." he shrugs a bit. "It is nice to have a friend in this world of animals.. even if one doesn't want to admit it.. I get it its fine say what you will about it for now!" After offering the drink he moves to sit down, "Why.. well why not I got the resources and there are the people to do it.. That money is just sitting there doing no-one any good, why not spend it." he grins a bit, "I thought you would be the first I talk to about it since our... non-relationship." and laughs a bit taking another drink.. "But I mean if your not looking for work, there is little I can do. I mean its good work of course I am going to come to you about it first." 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "This sounds like a disaster..." grunts Cain, "I aint hurtin' for work, Wade. What you're asking for isn't a mutual partnership....it's a favor because yer bored and not getting along with the other Xers cause yer an obnoxious guy that can't stop talking peoples heads off..." He shakes his head, considering matters and running things through his mind as he speaks. "If I break a bank vault open for ya then we're gonna get alot of heat on our heads. Maybe even from the people yer bunkin' with and not happy with not giving you your due..." Yeah he can sense that. "Or even The Avengers. Or the Justice League. I can handle that..can you? I don't just bust vaults lightly. When I work with Tom, he got a point and a purpose in mind. Sure I can make a distraction for ya easy enough but if you think you're gonna be able to just walk around with a million bucks and spend it..." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade looks almost ofended when you say that about the X-ers, "Now Juggy.." he says in a calm tone, "What I do at that school is a touchy subject..." he says in an even tone though he shakes his head, "This isn't revenge for anything they have done.. I have taken them into consideration into it as all should, but the point is I am not in their goody two shoes group of the X-Men nor will I want to be." he sighs a bit looking down at the table, "The truth, yea.. your prob right.. I talk a lot I know that, but its bigger then that. They are just too black, and white when the world is gray you know." he looks up and shrugs, "It is just like we are living in two different worlds at times, I do try, but that doesn't mean I should stop being me ya know... wow it is great to have someone to talk to about these things." and nods to himself. Finally he brings it back to at hand, "I know... that is why.." he looks through his pockets before he unfolds, and unfolds, and unfolds, a map. It takes a akward amount of time as he is unfolding a map of the north, south america though when he finally lays it out he points to some small islands. "Carribian Islands my frined... No exerdition, no Avengers, or X-folk in sight." he grins up at him, "The common response time for any of them flying out is way to slow to stop us... And.." he gets excited repeating himself, "And... whatever heat we may pull in we have not broke any law." he grins to himself with a wink. "They can't do anything to us unless they catch us there... It is a loophole, but people don't do it because they are scared they don't have the resources or the people who could pull it off, and worry about stupid things like mobs, or human issues." He looks up at him, "They would have to know before hand, and I trust you of course big guy and its my job.. So we aint saying nothing.." 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "Hrrrn..." Cain rumbles. This is going against his better judgement -- what judgement he has that is. "...Somma them know about shades of grey more then you think, Wade.." he does mutter while considering the prospect. An out of country hit..though it wouldn't be doing the folk down there any favors. "I thought you were the merc with the mouth. You don't strike me as the bank robbin' type, Wade. That's territory that's gonna dip you into bein' little more then a two-bit henchman if you're not careful.. Not to mention wreckin' the local economy of a group of islands that already struggle t'deal with the aftermath of hurricane season. But hey, I aint yer moral conscious..." Maybe there's some sort of lesson here that needs to be taught. Cain smirks lightly. A faint look of hatching some sort of potentia demented plan in his head before saying.. "...Alright." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade smiles, and nods thinking about it though he nods there were a few that were not, but they were not bank robbing black so he definetly left them out of this one. He looks at Juggernaut, "Some where, and though they may think they know the black. They don't look at it anymore." he thinks about how to reword that. "To us.. Violence is acceptable, we know we have to use it and accept it as part of what we do. To them.. They try to hurt the guy who regenerates because no harm no foul.." he shakes his head, "They hide it from themselves.. So even if they are part gray they won't accept it... It is sickining." he shakes his head at that. Though he does smile, and nods. "Look your right, and maybe this isn't something that is my thing, but we can all be better. I mean what if I want to move from tool to holder." he looks up at the big guy. "I mean anyone can do it right? Givin the right motivation.. Maybe I am just tired of always beeing the henchman, and want to do things my way for a while!" he nods to himself, "Yea.. We don't need no leaders we are going old school!" and laughs out loud taking another drink. Finally after a bit of cheering he stops, and continues, "Comon its going to be fun... We will get to... Wait.." he stops looking at the big guy, "Your in?" he gives a big cheer so surprised, but happly surprised. He gets up and starts pacing, "I... I didn't think you would agree." he starts thinking. "We need two more at least. We need one that can do a disquise thing, and one that can help us control the floor while we are clearing the safe," he says almost to himself. He looks up at Juggernaut.. "Wow we re really going to do this.. Awesome! High-5?" he shakes his head, "Too much... got ya.. sorry buddy!" and gets back to pacing. "Any ideas, or should I follow my own leads?" 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' Poor guy. Cain almost feels a pang of guilt as he sees Wade's excitement build..especially after his critique of the X-men. The truth is..it's boredom and curiousity that is motivating him here. He just knows this is all going to go belly up and south..but hey. Someone might learn something. "Yeah, you figure it out.." he suggests upon noting that on top of it all..Wade actually -doesnt- have a plan. "You wanna step into this part of the 'black' then you might as well go all in right? Just do yourself a favor and pick some sorta drug cartel leader you don't mind tickin' off or somethin' instead of some civilians hard earned cash. You'll sleep better. Maybe that's to 'grey' for you.." Cain smirks and shrugs while slowly wondering if he just made a huge mistake. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade snaps, "Oh.. Yea didn't tell you.. Darn it man you got me so excited. That is the best part, none of these funds will be seen in some disater fund or something. It is all dirty money, so no worries about morality!" he chuckles, and holds his hands up. "No-one any of us knows.. I already have a target, and working on information about the place itself." he shakes his head looking at the man, "I maybe a bit black, but wow I am no monster man. I mean I don't even want to leave bodies behind, so I mean I got this." and laughs patting himself on the chest He looks the big man in the eyes.. "I don't think you think I can do this man." he shakes his head, "I will show ya buddy, I am a good friend to those who are my BFF's.." and grins a bit backing up towards te door. "Look I got some leads I am chasing down two people right now. I will get back to you soon.. Do us both a favor, and get a phone will you?" he looks around a bit. "I am afraid if I keep showing up here it is going to draw heat." and laughs stepping closer to the door. "I do know this.. I will sleep a whole lot better with a mil in my pocket.. But for now at least keep in mind I am not stealing it from the orphans, and I hope we can see a bit more eye to eye on this." he thinks, "Though lets keep that to ourselves, some of the others that I might have to ask are not as... open to seeing both sides as we are yea?" and grins a bit. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "Hmm.." Maybe he -is- underestimating Wade a touch here. Cain frowns lightly and eyes him as he backs up towards the door. Then he wrinkles his nose and shrugs. "Alright..fine. Maybe you got your head in the game a little more then I gave you credit for. But you aint pulled this off yet. I aint hard to find, Wade. When you're ready..you'll be able to find me." Cryptic, sure, but he's sure as hell not giving Deadpool his phone number. Cain waves a hand and turns, starting to move back towards where the bartender is hiding out so as to make good on his earlier promise since he had the place closed down. He's not all bad, either. 
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13413/Absentia

2021-06-01T17:48:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' The days had blurred. Ororo has been on medical leave for a while with no end game in sight. She's kept only two of her appointments to speak with the physician, made excuses to not speak with Charles. All in all, Ororo had unintentionally deemed herself persona non grata, if anyone had seen her it would be a bold faced lie. It was set up that dinners would be served to her by the door. Only dinners. Breakfast and lunch were only copious amounts of water that she consumed whenever she was thirsty, which replaced her appetite. She may as well have had a tictac for snacks; the ultimate Victoria Secrets model diet. This morning she was early to rise; windows open ajar to let the fresh air in. The plants needed the sun at least, though.. they have seen better days. They were dried and nearly dead, after all. Papers still strewn around the floor, odd symbols drawn upon it. Some messily, some with clarity, some in crayon which would have been funny, if not for the crayon-esque drawings making appearances on the wall. Along with chalk. And then paint from the rec room. The attic was a fucking mess. And Ororo? She's there. Staring at the wall. In the nude. Her hair at least was wrapped in a messy, curly bun. Thank god. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Enough was enough. Scott and Jean was not about to watch one of their best friends wither away in some downward spiral. If she is having a mid-life crisis, they can all have one together. Sharing is caring after all. The door is opened, or unlocked, because they would have a master key, and the field leader makes his way inside carrying a tray of food. "Ororo, we really need to talk. Jean and I are /really/ conce--- and .. you're naked." He says as he halts his forward motion, glancing upwards at the ceiling and shuffling around to one side to stare at the wall. "I brought you breakfast, and Jean. You need both." He lets out a heavy sigh. Women. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' With missed appointments, clear avoidant behavior, and potentially self destructive habits; there was one woman on call. That being the woman who'd done the exact same thing. One Jean Grey. Also she was probably pretty safe from being electrocuted for disturbing Ororo's self-imposed exile. Probably. "Ro." Comes her voice from outside the door with that quiet and faintly drawn out syllable that conveys 'I know you're in there and talking is now required'. As Scott leads the way in, Jean follows in his wakes and dodges around the man as he averts her eyes to walk over towards her friend. "You've been busy in here. What's on your mind?" She asks calmly as she looks to the scrawled symbols everywhere while walking over towards Ororo's closet to find her a robe or long shirt to toss on. "...guessing I also need to order you some new pens." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' At least Ororo had some sense about her; she bathed. With Scott and Jean both entering into her space, along with a tray of food and a rummage through her closet, Ororo had the sense to give them a good 'what-for', but knowing it was all in the name of caring, she lets it go. Really, Ororo didn't have a leg to stand on. Turning from the view of the wall towards the two, she watches them wide-eyed, eyes darting from one to the next, soon forcibly calming herself by relaxing her stance. "Hi." She sniffs, then shakes her head from the dust-clouds that gather, one hand lifting to rub at her nose as if she were a child. "I'm not hungry." She says, now following Jean's path to the closet, reaching out for whatever was grabbed to quickly put on. "Nothing is on my mind, really. What is wrong? Did something happen?" Because surely, they're not here for her. "Oh, yes. If you would. Pens. Felt tip. Sharpie Markers too. Colorful, if it is not too much to ask. I find that papermate pens have increased in quality over the years." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As he turns to look back towards them, Scott blanches again as she is now facing them fully. He most likely has seen everyone naked in the locker room at one point or another, or due to damaged uniforms, but this is a different setting. He clears his throat, trying to keep his visor eye level. Why is she so tall? "You are starving, obviously. We know you aren't eating. We're really worried about you. We heard about the memory gaps, and you're not speaking to your specialist, or us. Your room is .. " He trails his eyes around, trying to keep them off the body of his best friend until she finds something to wear. "This is not like you. Will you please talk to Jean? I know you won't talk to me." No one wants to talk to Scott. It's like talking to drying paint. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean offers out the clothing but doesn't sweep her old friend up in a hug like she may have otherwise, perhaps respecting that wall-eyed expression and recognizing space may be needed. "You may not be hungry, but eat a little anyway." She gently insists as she gestures towards the table where she goes to sit. She slants Scott a chiding look as she walks past him. << Stop it. Of course she'll talk to you. >> "Ro, you're not being yourself. You haven't since you came back from that field trip. I know things... went a little off, but that's all been fixed now and you're not usually the sort to just wallow like this." Her eyes glance towards the multitude of scattered pictures fluttering in the breeze. "And this definitely is not normal. What were you drawing? What does that mean?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "My room is fine." Ororo nearly snapped, but she tone checked herself in the name of safety. Though, she was a little hurt by Scott, her lips bunching up then falling flat. "Why would you say that about yourself? I would talk to you, any time." She would, it was her honest truth. With the robe now covering her most delicate parts, she turns to move into the doorway of the closet, holding onto the jamb to slip her feet into a pair of slippers, then turns to shuffle towards the table. She was going to eat either way, at least to get them off of her back, not to mention, the food smelled so good.. "I'm fine. I am not wallowing. I just need time to myself, that is all." She glances around the room, now falling lightly into her chair, her elbow propped upon the table so that she could lean her chin upon her knuckles. Her eyes weren't focused, now that her attention was drawn to the symbols. And soon she pulls herself out of the reverie with a smile, "Sorry? Oh, what's for breakfast?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "We brought you french toast and eggs." Scott says as he motions to the plate of food on the table that he set down, finally allowing his eyes to settle once she has clothes on. "And yes, you would talk to me, but I am sure there is some things that you would feel more comfortable talking with Jean about. I know that I can be difficult to open up to." He starts to clean up things off from the floor in his usual compulsive manner, shuffling papers into neat stacks and picking up pens and markers. Everything will be laid out on the table in a neat and organized manner. He has to keep his hands busy, if anything to stop himself from worrying. "We love you, Ro', it's why we are worried. We just miss our best friend." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Creases begin to form in Jean's forehead at the unfocused look and Ororo's avoidance of the symbols. Her own eyes glance towards the papers again and then over to Scott. << Something feels wrong. >> She says to his mind. << Something isn't normal here. Check and see if the internet has anything about that symbol while I talk to her? >> Back to Ororo she looks them with a strained smile. "I heard that you were having some memory issues. That you hadn't remembered what happened at the bazaar, and you've been... in the clouds since then too. Did anything happened to you during that fight that you remember? Did you get hit in the head or anything?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "Mm!" Ororo perks up considerably, drawing the tray closer to herself as she begins to rip apart the french toast with her fingers. She was delicate about it, pinching just with her nails and sure to not get any grease or syrup on her robe. "You're not difficult. You're just too logical in the face of emotionality. If that is even a word." A slice of french toast is popped into her mouth, and soon a clump of eggs. As he cleans, 'Ro's brows lower, but straighten again, keeping her eyes off of Scott and onto the plate of food. Does she mention anything about love and being missed? No. She pointedly ignores him, even though that sentiment causes her to flinch. Looking up towards Jean, that little cloud of anger appears. The room didn't go hot, but the temperature dropped considerably to a cool fifty degrees. "I don't remember anything." It wasn't as if what she told Rogue was something she asked her to keep quiet, so she couldn't get too upset. "I got off of the van, I went to a stall.. and.." She gestures. "..what happened, happened. I wasn't injured, I don't even think I was near the children." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' << No problem. They don't look familiar, but I am sure Hank will know about them. He knows everything. >> Scott says as he flips through the drawings, eyeing the symbols with a concerned look. He takes out his phone to tap out a text, while taking a few pics subtly as well with the sounds turned off. "The children are fine by the way. No harm, no foul. You did a good job resolving it." He tries to tack on a positive for that situation. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << Good. He should be able to figure out where they're from.>> Jean says aside to Scott. "I'm starting to think something happened to you, Ro." Jean says quietly even as she feels the temperature dropping more than the breeze alone can do. "After you eat, I'd like to take a look and make sure that you're okay, if just to help assure everyone that you're alright, and if you are then we can cancel these appointments and leave you be. I can even clear you to head out of here for a bit if you wanted to visit home. School's pretty much over for the year, so you have all summer free for a vacation. I just want to make sure you're in one piece." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "Oh, good." Ororo says to Scott. She had forgotten all about Jeremy and Rosie during the ordeal. In fact, she can only remember when someone else mentions it, and a few odd pieces of the children arrive and are gone again. She smiles at that, then finally pushes the rest of her food away, her eyes darting across the room as she inhales. The chill was slowly easing up, and soon.. Ororo was practically ready and roaring to go. "Listen, nothing happened." Ororo says to Jean, near pleading. "I am completely fine. That's why I haven't gone to any appointments, I don't need them. I'm alright." Her hands splay now, then snap together in a fist. The chair she sat in was pushed back so that she can stand, now looking around on the clean floor as she strolls to her closet. "Whatever everyone thinks happened, did not. It was just a lapse. Like I was driving and zoned out and now I'm back." Now, she was snapping through her wardrobe, the hangers clicking against each other in loud ticks. She was getting annoyed. "I don't want to go home. I want to be left alone. So.. thank you for the visit, but I need to get dressed." Clothing picked out, and now she turns to watch the two, waiting for them to leave. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "We don't know what happened, Ro', which is why we're here. We aren't making assumptions, we're just trying to see if you're okay. You're our best friend and your health and safety is important to us. If you think you're okay, then .. we'll believe you." Scott says with a furrow of his brow. <> He lets out a heavy breath, glancing to the door, then back to her. "If you want us to leave, we can leave." He says as he starts for the door, squaring his shoulders. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' << You're not the one she's going to electrocute. >> Jean says dry and tense to Scott. She's stressed. This is her best friend, expect the right woman doesn't seem to be home. "Ororo, I /have/ to check you out." She insists as she rises out of her chair. "We don't know what happened, we weren't there. So we just need to clear you, that's all, and you know it's quicker for me to take a look than us go all the way down to the medbay and deal with those loud scans because I know you hate being near those." Small tubes are no one's idea of a good time, but especially not Ororo. "It's just a second and then it's over and we'll go. I just don't want to do that without your okay." Her voice is smaller, quietly pleading with her lips compressing into a thin line. "Please. I-- I just need to be absolutely sure that you're alright." 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "And when I tell you that I am fine, why do you not believe me?" Her gaze, hurt, falls upon Scott and Jean now. She was holding her clothing protectively against her chest, backing up further into the closet until the sound of the hangars cause her to step instinctively forward. It wasn't a good feeling, this slow rise of emotion. The mix of them causes it to cool, heat up, cool again, and near smolder. The plants, half withered, are dead and gone now.. "You do not have my okay. You have my word, and if my word means nothing to you, then -scan-." Even though the 'permission' was given, there was a veiled threat there. With her being as she is, what she would do after was -anyones- guess. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Ro', this honestly doesn't sound like you. We aren't here to corner you or to attack you. You know that, right? Remember when Hank went feral and ran around in the woods naked? He insisted nothing was wrong either. Sometimes we just don't know ourselves, or we build up defense mechanisms instinctively. If we weren't concerned, we wouldn't be here. You know us, we trust you to take care of yourself, but if we notice something is happening to one of our strongest friends, we have to check in." Scott lets out a heavy breath, trying not to sound too upset, but he can feel his emotions becoming wibbly in his chest. He gives a glance to Jean, then back to Ororo, then reaches for the door and opens it with a furrow of his brows. "I'll just .. let you two talk. I'll just be a distraction." And a lightning rod most likely. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "I love you, Ro." Jean says to the white-haired woman with her eyes dark with the strain of the moment. "You've never let me insist that I was fine when I wasn't. Even when I've been blind, you weren't. I believe that you feel that you're fine. As your friend, I'm telling you that you aren't. I-- ..." << I can't do this, Scott. I can't. Not here. If she strikes out at me, if there's /something/ that doesn't want to be found, we're in a bad place for a fight like that. We need to wait. Let's back off for now and talk with Hank. We need more information and fast. >> "...ok. We'll go. Just remember we're here for you, Ro. Always." And she'll turn to walk towards Scott and give Ororo her space. 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' Ororo was ready. As soon as she felt that fiery pressure, she was going to take the entire building down with her. Or was she? Who knows with what she was thinking. But she kept her eyes on them, even as they try to talk her down and into being scanned, she held firm with a purse of her lips and a tight clutch. Her foot even slides from it's regular position, her eyes narrowing and preparing to dart away like a cat who had caught a fish, or some other meats it wasn't supposed to have. And as they turn their backs to leave, Ororo had the presence of mind to say something, but she was the victor. Clothes were soon thrown upon the bed, and her feet immediately stomp towards the papers that were neatly arranged. She was searching through them, mumbling to herself, and even swearing. Hell.. they could probably hear her down the hall if they kept their ears peeled. 'Ro was off her rocker. 
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13402/Hay there!

2021-05-30T05:07:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     As May starts to draw to a close, and the ever dreaded finals are getting closer, every student has their own way of dealing with the stress of last minute study. Some prefer to hit the books hard, some join study groups and some just plain prefer solitude. Let's see now, where would a humanoid cat go? Warm place, check. Not too many people, check. Friendly beasts that soothe the nerves, check.     Awkward spot where people usually don't check? Oh, double check.     And so Jax can be found, laying full length on the beams of the rafters in a comfortable spot he clearly prepared for some time. There's a few notebooks with actual study notes, a tablet with most of the actual study materials on it, and an assortment of pillows and snacks. All perched precariously well above the stables, over a sheer drop. In short, perfect spot for a cat. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' From the halls where everyone gives him a wide bearth looking around the school, not really lost, but more seeing whats out there he stumbles across a path he hasn't taken. He realixes there isn't many people this way, but is curious as he wonders into the stables. He is in full outfit head to toe covered in black, and red and it actually looks in good shape again. The holes stiched closed, the burnt or melted areas replaced it was like an almost new suit. Though where there would be guns, and swords were empty on the belt was a little waterbottle that hung down. He hadn't needed to use it, but it was nice to have just incase. As he wonders in he first smells, then see's the horses and smiles the expression on his mask changing. Of course as he enters the Animals smell him too, and that little part in the back of their brain says.. danger.. as they don't start to run or anything, but just nervious as they all would start to realize he is there. Though to Deadpool he doesn't seem to mind approaching the first one he stares at it, though who knows what is going on in his mind as he stops and gives out a noise that says Neigh mixed with some chomping sounds. Of course this just confuses the poor thing as it neighs in that do I run sound of coution.. Which makes the man laugh, "Wow... Someone can't take a joke." 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     "It's just that you have the worst accent." comes the voice from up near the roof, as a head peers over the side of the rafters, ears half tilted up. That's one large cat... a cat that talks. "Guess they just don't know what to make of you."     The head disappears for a moment and then legs swing into view, clad in normal clothes, with a pair of odd custom made sneakers in the colors of the Buffalo Bills, and soon enough Jax can be seen perching casually on the beam, as if it's the most comfortable seat in the house. "And she's got a great sense of humor, for a horse, but it helps if you bribe her with an apple first." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool keeps looking at the horse but chuckles, "Fair enough.. I think they can smell it or something. Or see it.." he tilts his head looking at the horse looking at him. "It happends with most animals so it can't just be a coincidence" then he sighs as he thinks if he pushes it anymore the animals might rise up against him, and turns to look well up to see the large cat person moving a bit so he could look up. He tilts his head in confusion, thinking before he says his next thing, as he has been warned many times he settles with. "Tell me you weren't bite by some giant radioactive cat.." and nods. "I don't think we have met, they call me Wade. What are you doing up there?" the horses happier now he has taken a few steps away from them, he doesn't seem to be talking to them anymore surprised that someone else was out here though does finish the thought. Looking down he puts a hand on his chin like he is thinking aout it.. "What is the size of the mice they get around here." 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     There's a laugh from up there, and Jax shaking his head. "Nah, I was born like this. Wouldn't want it any other way." And next comes a packet of beef jerky, sailing down after an impressively accurate throw. "Name's Jax, Jax Miller. Good to meet you Wade."     After the beef jerky, Jax himself comes down from the rafters, much like any cat would... just dropping the whole way without worrying about the landing, which doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. His head tilts with a grin, and his ears tilt with it. "If you're a teacher, I'm sorry I'm not in your class." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' It falls, and when it gets close a hand swipes it out of the air and looks at it with a grin. "Well Jax I am no teacher.. Turns out I am the one and only mental patient." and he gives a bit of a laugh though he does raise his mask up to take a bit of the Jerky. The part you can see of the bottom chin, and neck is horribly scarred, and deformed looking just messed up though after he takes a bite he covers it again not seeming bugged by it at least. "Though I think I would have a class on how to remove that stick.. So you can enjoy things a little." and nods considering it. He then stops.. "Wait.. no not suppused to say things like that... Check." and then grins again. "Lets just say my life is a little more gray then normal." then he stops talking for a minute, and grins the mask showing the expression though he nods like he hears a voice no-one else does. "A bit more cracked.. yea thats it exactly." though he doesn't clarify. "Enough about us.. me I mean." he eyeshifts though continues, "What about you.. Aren't you supposed to be back there with the others in your little circles, and clicks, whatever you school kids do?" looking around a bit at the place. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     There's no real reaction aside from a swish of the tail when Jax gets a glimpse of what's under the mask. Maybe there's a slight twitch to the ear as well, but the body languages is subtle. Not subtle enough for those who know what to look for, naturally, but he doesn't recoil or pass comment. Seems he has his own beef jerky, helping himself to a bit before answering with a shrug.     "Everyone's studying, everyone's nervous. It's all a bit too serious for me right now. Nah, I'll go back when everyone's freaking out and cheer 'em up. Just cat things, y'know?" And that is said with another grin and a wink. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As he continues to chew on his Jerky he grins, "Well for some Jerky I will give ya some advice." he takes another bite then continues. "Do what ya want, or can.. But watch out for those its your destiny types out there. They are always trouble." he nods thinking about it. No-one has had a good time with those, and it was a danger for people with 'powers' at times. He turns and looks at the horses, "Look it was good meeting ya, but if I stay here.. They are going to rebel." the horses just did not like him at all. He turns and starts walking away again then stops, "Oh.. another thing stay away from the Catnip... Just say no." and laughs turning to walk away again heading towards the exit out. 
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13396/The Jax is Back!

2021-05-29T15:04:46Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      There was certainly an odd assortment of goodies out on the kitchen counter this evening. Those mostly consisted of a batch of sugar cookies in two truly unusual shapes--monkeys, with a pink bow atop their heads to indicate a girl, and... wedding bells?      Oh, my.      But that is not the aroma that wafts through the room. Oh, no. It's a familiar, ooey, gooey, buttery bread crumb melange that hearkens back to many a time of comfort and companionship shared. Its likely, winged progenitor perches her posterior upon a stool at the kitchen counter, dressed in a baggy grey tank top, red tartan sweatpants, and those goofy, floofy Old English Sheepdog slippers. An open notebook is on the counter in front of her, and she hums snatches of unfamiliar melody and jots down a few notes.      Oh, yes.      It was a mac 'n cheese night. 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     A short few minutes ago, a familiar Jeep Wrangler made its way through the school gates, rolled along the driveway and made an easy turn into the garage.     Cue the required distant slamming of car door, opening of interior door, closing of interior door, opening of car door, slightly louder closing of car door as closer of door clearly forgot something, opening of interior door, closing of interior door... and silence.     The kind of silence of someone making no sound.     A few moments later, the kitchen door opens. In comes Jax, dressed in assorted parts of at least three different NFL uniforms, wearing his Bills jersey, balancing a royal blue football helmet under one arm and carrying a large kit bag by one strap over the other shoulder. He staggers a few steps, fur sticking out haphazardly, approaches the kitchen island. He drops the kit bag, overbalances, spins around, falls onto the bag, bounces back up and steps over a stool to sit down at the kitchen island.     With a thunk, his head lowers onto the surface and he gives the most pathetic begging look over to Shannon, like a kitten begging for cream. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      What had started as a likely solitary enjoyment of the pasta and cheese concotion soon to emerge from the oven, is cut short with a very loud squeal, and what can only be likened to an eagle swooping in for a hug-attack! Shannon's laughing as she catches Jax up in a hug, actually almost able to hoist him off his feet this time!      "Jax! Oh my god, where the hell have you been? It's been forever!" She eyes his multi-team 'uniform' up and down, grinning. "Looks like you've been busy! Dang, it's good to see you!" 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     No matter how tired, no matter how weary, no matter how downtrodden, Jax will always have time for a hug. Wing and fur, cat and bird. There's an audible sigh as Jax relaxes. "Gotta tell ya, it's not easy being super talented." And then he blinks, tilts his head and grins over to Shannon. "But why am I telling you? You know what it's like." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon just looks set back on her heels for a moment, brows furrowing in genuine confusion, with one lofting ever so slowly. Millimeter by millimeter. "What the heck are you talking about, 'you know what it's like'?" Had Jax somehow grown a second head? He must have, with the bewildered look she was giving him.      But even such matters must give way to the goodness that is mac 'n cheese. With the oven timer beeping, oven mitts found, and the casserole dish set on a rack to cool, the winged young woman is, at least for a moment, in her element, bustling about and making sure a weary friend is fed. "Looks like you've got one hell of a tale to tell, though. What's with all the different gear?"      A plate is heaped high with the gooey, golden goodness from the casserole dish, and deposited in front of Jax, with the appropriate cutlery. Shannon gets well out of the way, knowing better than to disturb a feeding frenzy! 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     The grin continues as Jax sits, and from one capacious pocket comes two cardboard sleeves... 'Miss me more' and 'Homecoming Queen'. Of course. Like he wouldn't notice that sort of thing, no matter how busy he was. He just puts those next to his plate, with that infectious grin. "You know what it's like to be super talented."     And the other answer has to wait until he's had a chance to taste the mac'n cheese. Ears perk up, his tail curls at the tip... oh yes.... he's back. "Tryout season. Or, y'know, lots of scouts around the country looking for talent for the future. Dad booked me with most of 'em. And I do mean most of 'em, I've been all over the country. Probably got a few scholarships out of it, even if they can't actually use me yet. Kind of like take your kid to work day, extreme edition." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Does 'most of them' include the Patriots?"      Naturally, Shannon had to include that jibe in there, almost cackling with glee. Or at least she is, until she sees the two cardboard sleeves that Jax produces from his pocket. "Okay, in my defense, I didn't write 'Miss Me More'. But I did write 'Homecoming Queen'." Her face goes rosy red, and she shakes her head, chuckling to herself. As she turns to get her own helping of mac 'n cheese, the notebook that's on the table looks more like the sort of paper intended for sheet music--with extensive work on the page that it's open to.      Sliding back onto the stool, she grins at Jax, munching away happily on her share of the mac. "I can't wait to hear more about your adventures around the country. And... am I going to have to start carrying a Sharpie around or something?" 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     "Always have something with you to sign your name when you're famous, first thing you learn." Jax winks and makes a good dent in that plate in a matter of... well, really, about a minute. It's like he hasn't eaten in days, but then that's not really unusual. Always eat when food is available, that's another lesson, it seems.     "And as a matter of fact, yes, yes it did. They've got good scouts, so for a few afternoons I turned traitor and played in enemy colors." Grinning, he leans over and whispers. "They've got a great coach, but never tell anyone I said that." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "We'll make a Patriot out of you yet!" Shannon giggles, looking rather smug at the admission from her felinoid friend that yes, indeed, the enemy did have something good going for them. "Oh man. Could just imagine -that- Super Bowl, if you were with the Patriots and your dad was on the field with the Bills! Ooof!"      Companionable silence reigns for at least a minute, as both teens do what teens do best, devouring the food in front of them. Finally gulping down a good bite of her mac, Shannon grins a bit. "Been one hell of a busy time here, too. There's been those two songs, and this third one here that I'm working on..." She taps the notebook and smiles somewhat. "Then there's the thing that Dr. McCoy's been working with me on finally getting to the nuts and bolts of my healing gift, and we're finding it can very possibly shift for the better. Prom happened, and I was actually crowned the Prom Queen. Jeremy was crowned Prom King. But he and I weren't there as a date." She blushes and lowers her voice a bit. "I've been going out with Ted for a little while now. It's been awesome." 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     "Aw man, I missed prom?" Missing a chance to show off and be the center of attention? Yeah, that's a blow. But Jax rallies quickly and reaches over to give Shannon a one-armed hug. "Congrats. You know, for 'Prom Queen', Prom Queen, and Ted."     And then, his ears tilt slightly... that tilt when he's about to be sly, or pretending to be sly to the people who have figured out his body language...     "So, if you had the choice... Mediterranean or Caribbean?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Mediterranean, no question. There are so many places I'd want to see in that part of the world someday. Spain... France... Egypt... Greece... Italy...." For a moment, Shannon is lost in dreams of faraway places, of travel and the sights of exotic and ancient lands. Letting out a whuff of breath in a wistful sigh, she rests her head on her hands. "What about you? Which one would you pick?" 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     There's another grin. This one has substance, and Jax finishes off his plate. "The Med is amazing. So is the Caribbean, don't get me wrong, but there's so much culture in the Med. And good food. And, y'know, people really like cats over there." For a moment he seems lost in memory as well, and then he stands, still smiling. "So ehmm... you've made plans yet for your birthday?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon just shakes her head, reaching over for Jax's plate as he stands, going about gathering all the dirty dishes together. "No, not really. My EMT exam's just a day or two after that, I was probably just going to get a little Chinese food or something and hide. Hope that nobody decides to send me to a nudie bar or have Chippendales jump out of a cake or something." Rolling her eyes, she laughs, her face going bright, bright red at that. "Why do you ask?" 

:'''{{#var:9766|Jax (9766)}} has posed:'''     For a second Jax stands there and just blinks. "That's... oddly specific..."     But oh well. His grin returns moments later.     "No reason. None at all. Absolutely no bearing on any future surprises whatsoever, at any time, in any place." And, suitably mischievous and duly fortified with a good meal, he leans down to pick up his kit bag, slings it over his shoulder and saunters out.     Beat.     Moments later, just as the door is about to swing shut, Jax saunters back in at /exactly/ the same pace and picks up his football helmet, then turns again to leave once more. Didn't forget a blessed thing. Nope. Not at all. 
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13390/Putting the New in the New York Public Library

2021-05-28T05:15:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' The crowds have gathered out front of the New York Public Library to reveal the unveiling of a new chapter in this historical and proud landmark of the city. From a gracious donation that was sent to the city several months ago, construction was finally completed a few weeks ago on a new historical wing! This particular wing is dedicated to the heroes of New York City, or at least those that are considered to be 'heroic' by the public. The Avengers are featured heavily, as well as the original Defenders from the Golden Age, and a couple of solo heroes that have long passed on in life The Grey Ghost, being one of them. There are old uniforms long retired, weapons, and even a few vehicles. One hallway is filled with heroic paintings memoralizing specific events, and there is even a wing filled with historical books on such broad and heroic topics. The Mayor is out front with an oversized pair of scissors standing in front of a red ribbon in front of the double glass doors that lead into the new structure built into the library. As he speaks into a cluster of microphones with the media present and cameras aimed upon him, he crows on and on about how incredible Stark Industries is to have donated such a sizeable amount and to thank those who put on cape and costume day in and day out and put their lives on the line for the citizens of not only New York, but often times the world. Drake Winters is one of those Avengers assigned to 'duty'. Though he is not going to be featured as an iconic hero by any means, he still has to ensure that the community is safe. He had done a quick round of 'recon' around the building and a few blocks out, as well as inspecting a number of rooftops via his powers. As he comes out of one last blue 'blurred' portal, he brushes himself off a few times, wearing a pair of jeans, a solid black shirt and his Avenger's bomberjacket. On the comms he quietly clears his throat. "Five mile radius is assumedly secured Cap. Hopefully this goes smooth. I'll take point at the South near the stage for Tony's big moment." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     As Drake prepares to take off toward the station near the stage he'd just volunteered for, he finds a hand on his shoulder from behind, preventing him from moving. But before he can panic or anything, he'll see that it's Lar, wearing casual clothing for today's event.     The Daxamite smirks. "Hey now, who said you could use -our- flight ring to do Avengers business? But you never were one to read the fine print, were you?" A chuckle. "Just kidding. It's good to see you, Drake." Hey, he's -trying- with the loosening up thing. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      With classes by and large winding down for the summer, Shannon takes advantage of the lull to venture forth from the walls of the X-mansion to the event at the Library. It was a chance to get out and about and hey, who knew who'd actually show up! Dressed in some comfy, wide-legged stonewashed blue jeans, soft but sturdy black boots, and a vintage-inspired long, cream cotton tunic with loose, long sleeves and fanciful floral embroidery at the scoop neckline, hem, and cuffs, she's at least comfortable in the warm weather. Her wings are in plain view, albeit tucked flat against her back. Her hair's pulled back in a ponytail, and as always she carries with her that well-worn, well-loved brown leather bag tied to her belt.      It was a beautiful day, and nothing could spoil her mood. Surely everything would go well, for once, right? Right! 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' Captain America did not seek the spotlight, but they had been on him, practically from the moment he received the Super-Soldier serum. There was that brief respite, where he was buried in the ice, but ever since he thawed out, it has again been thrust upon him. He was in uniform, even though this did not call for action, helmet on, shield strapped to his back, and looking very much the part of a monkey in a suit. He hated these kinds of public displays, not that anyone in the crowd would ever know it. He would smile when asked, wave when appropriate, and remain quiet the rest of the time. As old as he was, a scant few of his friends from the War survived to this day. It was getting nigh on a hundred years. People didn't live that long unless they were a Human-Atlantean hybrid like the Sub-Mariner, a periodically frozen former Russo-Soviet agent like the Winter Soldier, a de-aged British superhero like Spitfire, or any of the others that had managed to survive into the present. But this was more than just a dedication. A contingent of the Avengers were on hand. They would be augmenting security. They might as well. They were here, there were dignitaries, and the New York Public Library was a landmark that bore protection at all times. For now, Captain America stood on the temporary stage, hands folded neatly in front of him, looking at the speaker. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     One of those scant few, James isn't here in an official capacity. He's not one of those Avenger types, he's just Avenger adjacent thanks to Steve. He's not here because of duty or because it's part of his job. He's here because he kind of, sort of, sometimes, maybe, the second Tuesday of each week, genuinely tolerates Tony. His circle of friends is small and he does consider Stark one, most days. So he's here to make sure no one that means to harm his friends manages to do so.     ...and let's not forget that Steve's here, sharing the spotlight.     He's found himself a rooftop with a good vantage point to see everything. It's also a good vantage point from which to shoot everything if the shooting becomes a necessity. A rifle with a high power, high tech scope will hopefully ensure that if there's a need for shooting, only Bad Guys will get shot. Unfortunately, he's a lone-wolf on this one. He didn't even tell Steve he'd be here. Drake, however, may have seen him on a roof pass. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Set your watch to the "Way-Back" setting and imagine if you will, the Phantom Lady. a Sexy and sensational seductress of days gone past. A deep blue top clasps at the throat then plunges all the way to her gold belt. a Rich red cape flows in an otherwise unfelt breeze. The shortest of blue skirts teases the tops of her thighs. Short ankle boots sport unreasonably tall heels. Everything else, her arms, her legs, her back are all completely bare. ... Now imagine it on a capuchin monkey. Austin shakes his head slightly looking up at his friend. "I can't believe you wore that getup. He says amused. The monkey simply gives a haughty shrug and smiles, holding her autograph book before chriping at Austin hesitantly. "Yes I'm sure he'll sign if he has time. He's a busy guy you know.." 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' The one who isn't present, is the supposed man of the hour. Likely the one who made the donations enough to make this moment possible. To honor the heroes of before, the heroes of today and those of the future. Still, there's no sign of Tony. He's not among the crowd, he's not along side his fellow Avengers. He's just..no where. Not a single sign of the man of the hour, the honorary speaker, the man with the plan... Well not until there's a sudden fly by over head, roaring across and then back around, that well known Mark VII suit of his a glint of red and gold as he does so. Then he's up, around, and coming in for a landing on the mock stage, right to the side of the mayor. His helmet scrambles back as it's supposed to so only his head is revealed while the suit stays in tact and he grins. Once the Mayor steps to the side, because Tony's been asked to speak words, he steps up to the mic with a grin. "This thing on? Uh hi. It's an honor to be here, representing those who fight to keep New York safe from greater threats, and ah...we're happy to uphold truth, honor, the American way. All that jazz. So... enjoy the view. You're welcome for the money and...let's get on with it, shall we?" Stepping back then to sort of not quite stand by Captain America's side as people applaud. "Cap." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' Nearly jumping at the feel of the strong hand upon his shoulder, Drake turns and looks up at Mon-El's taller frame. "Hey! Lar. You came to check out the big moment, huh?" He says as he gives him an amused grin, holding up his left hand to wiggle his fingers and to reveal the Legionnaire flight ring upon it. "It doesn't come off, so I figured you wouldn't mind if I use it once in awhile. Saves me a ton of gas driving around the city." He keeps his head on a swivel as he watches, having took note of Bucky on the roof earlier and passed the info on to Cap and Tony. At least that way there won't be any surprises on their end. He leans in to bump his shoulder against Lar's, giving him a smile. "Hey, after this, guys are gonna get a few drinks if you want to come along and I can introduce you. I'm sure they'd love to meet future Superman from the year three thousand." Reaching to his back, he taps Snowball on the head, his small gold recon bot as she detatches from the backpack holster and floats up and over. "Perimeter sweep, two hundred yards, Snowball. No engaging." There's a 'doot' from the bot as 'she' floats off with a swirl of blue light beneath her thrusters. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar laughs good-naturedly. "Of course. It's no problem. I was just joking around. People keep telling me I need to loosen up."     He nods at Drake's question. "Yeah, I could always use more doses of Terran culture I guess."     "Sure, I'd be happy to join you for drinks." Even if they don't have any more effect on him than a cup of water or punch. "I...I'm not Kal, though." His eyes go up to the stage when Tony starts talking, listening to his quick little speech. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Trust Mr. Stark to keep a speech short, sweet, and on-point in such an off-handed way. Shannon just chuckles softly, clapping along with the rest when he finished speaking. At least he hadn't called her out this time, as with this Christmas past. That was something of a relief.      Glancing away from the stage for just a moment, her brows inch slowly upwards. Was that a monkey in a superhero costume? "Now I've seen it all," she mutters softly, shaking her head and allowing herself a wry smile. Only in New York could one see such a thing. She gives a little flick of her wings and settles them against her back again, shifting her weight slightly as she turns her attention back towards the stage. 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' Following after Tony Stark was a tough act. The man all flash and flash sold so well, that The Flash had his own Museum. Still, Captain America would try. He calmly strode towards the podium, raising the microphone so that it could accommodate his height, and he would begin by addressing the dignitaries. "To Mayor Fuleihan and Mrs. Fuleihan;" the Mayor of the New York and his wife, "to President Marx and Mrs. Marx;" the president and CEO of the New York Public Library, "to Mr. Stark," there was no Mrs. Stark, although there were a great many who seemed to want the job, "to all the distinguished guests here today: I am honoured to be with you to mark this historic occasion." "Visiting the library was a ritual for my family. On Monday nights, we had a standing date here. Other times, Mom waited patiently as my brother Michael and I, chose our books. For me, our beautiful library is the beating heart of the city. The stories, the poetry, the music, and the neighors found here are the nourishment for the soul. A library's contents have healing power, and can transform a person's perspective - no matter where one resides. Again, a deep-felt thank you to Mr. Stark, and beyond, for the kindness you have to the people of New York. My mother would have loved to be here today. Thank you." 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     From his vantage point, James might not be able to hear everything that's going on down there. Or he wouldn't if it weren't for the parabolic type microphone he has set up on that roof with him. But sounds are background noise unless someone starts screaming. He's more concerned with scanning the crowd and the surrounding rooftops with his scope, trained eye on the lookout for anything or anyone suspicious or out of the ordinary. He's so caught up in keeping that one eye on things that he doesn't even take notice of the pigeon that just flew over and pooped on his back. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' "Hey look Tina, a girl with wings. Only in New York, huh?" Tina shushes him, sighing dreamily as Captain America takes the podium and starts to speak. His primate friend apparently otherwise engaged, he shifts and moves through the crowd a bit to get closer to shannon, whispering softly "Some shindig huh?" 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark would clap, but that's a lot of metal against metal and he'd scuff his suit. Or that's the excuse he says inside his head. There's a smile and a nod each time Steve mentions him or thanks him and then it seems the captain's done with his speech. Not so short, but simple enough it would seem. At this point it was all up to the Mayor perhaps to say a few more words, cut the ribbon and they'd be all good. All in all, a decent moment. A peaceful moment. Some might even think a little too peaceful. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' As the crowd erupts in applause at Captain America's words, it is obvious that he is a crowd favorite here in New York. He is the stars and stripes. He is the icon. He is the American Dream. While most heroes may be revered and idol worshipped, Captain America is on another level and everyone was dead quiet up until his last word. That's the effect he has. Even Drake watches with baited breath as he listens. He may be a teammate now, but when Steve speaks, you drop everything in life and you listen. "Wow." He breathes out to Lar as he glances up at his best friend. "I would subscribe to that podcast. Just listen to inspirational speeches by the man himself. Anyways, good to hear you're loosening up." He says with a grin. Tapping his communicator bracelet to re-summon Snowball back to him, he reaches out with his hands to grab her, then once more locks her into his holster. The Mayor takes the stage once more to announce the ribbon cutting, then with the help of one of the city councilmen, they snip the large red bow as it falls to applause. "I now present to you, the Tony Stark Historical Hall of Heroes!" The crowd erupts once more in applause, then the VIP's are the first ones in as well as select members of the media. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar stands near Drake, listening to Captain America speak. He had certainly heard of the man, after all it seems that many Terrans held him in very high regard. Probably not without good reason. He applauds with everyone else, then watches as they cut the red tape.     "Well, I'm trying to, anyway." he replies to Drake. "What's a podcast?" Honest question. But Drake is used to this. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon is as caught up in Cap's speech as anybody else there. For all she never really fangirled around him, one thing was for sure--the man was deserving of respect, and one's undivided attention. When he stepped back from the mic, she applauded along with everyone else, smiling wide.      Austin's approach catches her attention, the winged teen turning her pale azure gaze upon him, and smiling. Nodding, she replies, almost sotto voce, "No kidding. Glad I was able to take a break from studying for this." Lifting her chin towards the monkey on his shoulder, she murmurs, "Nice costume." 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' Not having the time to prepare a speech, as his invitation mysteriously came rather late, hand delivered by one of Tony Stark's drones, if you can call that 'hand delivered'. Captain America did his best to wing it. Sometimes he wondered if Tony did these kinds of things on purpose, other times, he felt it was because Tony had so many things going on that he honestly just forgot. Try as he may, Captain America was unable to decide which was worse. Moving back to his place alongside Tony and the other dignitaries, he would listen to the Mayor doing the actual unveiling and ribbon cutting. Privately, he knew he could have, and should have done better, but at least everyone seemed to think it was okay. After hearing the name, he gave Tony a sideways glance, but said nothing. The glance was enough. Someday, one of those lessons on discretion being the better part of valor would sink in. But it was not this day. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     When everyone starts to head inside, James takes one more sweep of the crowd via that scope before he breaks down the rifle and tucks it away in its case to stash it under the ledge of the roof. He'll pick that up later. He pushes himself up from his previously prone position and damned if he doesn't look quite dapper in his white dress shirt, grey linen slacks and spiffy shiny dress shoes. Just don't pay any mind to the pigeon shit on the back of his otherwise neatly cleaned and pressed sport coat. His hair's even pulled back at the nape of his neck.     He takes the shortcut down, that is to say he leaps from the roof into an alleyway below, knees bending to absorb the impact. A smile and a wave is all he'll offer to anyone that happens to be around. In an incredibly short amount of time, considering his previous position, James is part of the crowd waiting to go inside. At least Stark... and Steve, of course Steve, aren't difficult to keep an eye on considering their current garb. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Tina chirps at Shannons praise going into a rather lengthy explanation of researching the Phantom Lady in old news clippings, painstakingly working with a mutual friend of her's and Austin's to cut and stich the fabric. The hours of work involved and how much she appreciated the recognition. Of course you'd have to speak monkey to understand any of that. Austin just shakes his head, "Yeah i think she ordered it off amazon, I swear I'm going to restrict her online privileges. So this is Tina, and I'm Austin. Austin Dallas. and before you ask, yes I know those are both cities in Texas, and yes so did my parents when they named me." He says with a grin. As the masses start inside he asks Shannon, "Think there is any chance we can meet them? If Tina doesn't get Captain America's autograph she might have kittens. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' The biggest problem for Steve to figure out is *when* Tony is just being Tony about Cap giving speeches, and when Tony simply forgets. It could be either or, but it will never be neither. Such is the way with Stark, and people just have to get used to that. As the crowd shuffles into the library, Tony lifts a hand and pats Steve on the shoulder. "Fine words, Cap. As always. You do really good at these last minute speech requests." Then he grins. Maybe /thats/ an answer to which of the two choices it was this time. Then Tony's looking around a little. "Anyone see a teenage kid about this high," indicated with his hand, "little robot on his backpack. Darts around like a kid version of Flash?" Winters, your boss is looking for you. Maybe. Maybe he's talking about someone else. Who knows! 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' His Door Dash sense is tingling. Drake gives a smile to Lar as he motions him on to head up the stairs. "Podcasts are just recorded speeches that you can listen to on your phone, or music player. I'll show you later." He says as he gives a tug of his bomber jacket a few times to straighten out the fabric. "Come on, time to introduce you to some legends." Once he reaches the top of the stage and heads towards his teammates, he gives a smile to Tony and Steve. "Hey guys. I want to introduce you both to Mon-El, but he goes by Lar. He's a Daxamite from the future and team leader for the Legion of Superheroes. I got to go on many adventures in space with him and fought aliens and saved planets .. well .. he saved planets, I mostly just .. got space coffee." He's a niche hero. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar listens to the explanation. "Oh, well that's a strange word for a recorded speech." he remarks. "It sounds like throwing away a supply pod or escape pod or something." Cast...away? "Just wasn't sure where the 'cast' part was supposed to be casted to."     He follows Drake up to the stage, and nods politely when he is introduced. "I think I met Mr. Stark before." he says, looking toward Iron Man. "Don't worry, I don't think Gigas will be troubling us any more." he adds, meaning the giant purple bounty hunter who had previously caused a bit of a ruckus earlier. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon chortles softly, nodding here and there through Tina's 'explanation' and pretending to understand. "Well, a remarkable job on the costume, miss Tina. And a pleasure to meet you, Austin. Shannon Lance." She holds out her hand and smiles, her wings flaring out just a tiny bit behind her. "I guess all we can do is hope and try to meet them, pretty much like anyone else. Think you'll like Cap if you ever get to meet the man. He's about as kind a soul as you'd ever want to know. And don't let Mr. Stark fool you, he's not too bad for the most part, either." 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' "Thanks Tony," Captain America says, as he and the others begin to file into the new Hall of Heroes, correction, the Tony Stark Historical Hall of Heroes, "I have a lot of practice." The way he said that, it could be read multiple ways. To an outside observer, it would be a modest deflection, that he has been doing that a while, but to someone who knows him well, Cap was being slyly cynical, giving Tony a verbal jibe. It could go over most people's heads, and that was the way Cap liked it. He never liked to escalate things, but he always stood up for himself. At the description of the teenager, Steve would immediately begin scanning the crowd for someone who met it. He wasn't sure what brought it on, or if this was part of another stunt, but for now, he was taking it at face value. Tony was looking for someone. It would seem the teenager was SlipStream, as opposed to Slipstream. There were so many heroes these days that spelling deviations were required. An arm was eagerly extended towards Mon-El at the introduction, "Captain America, pleased to meet you Mon-El. Welcome to Earth and the twenty-first century." Steve was guessing on the Earth part, but seeing as he had never heard of a Daxamite, and the Legion of Super-Heroes were galactic, he took an educated guess. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Even dressed to impress like he is, James is still an intimidating figure. It's those eyes and the intensity of his stare more than it has anything to do with his size. People find themselves just moving out of the way without even realizing they're doing so as the former Winter Soldier sets off their 'dangerdanger' radars while he makes his way through the crowd. He makes his way to within a few people deep from Steve and Tony and then, well, he's right there beside the former. He slips right into place as if he's someone that didn't arrive late to the party, he's been there THE ENTIRE TIME. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas smiles a bit letting Shannon lead the way, "that kinda comes across you know? I mean I've never even heard of anyone saying a bad thing about him. Like that would be spitting on the flag itself." He smiles a bit as Tina shifts excitedly, straightening the fabric of her costume to it's best fit. Austin smiles a bit, "So you're like an Avenger too?" he asks curiously, since she is apparently on intimate terms with them. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark reaches a hand out to Mon-El and gives a smile. "Lar, pleasure to see you again. I'm glad you got things taken care of." He offers this and then gives a smirk to Drake. "You got everything taken care of for the rest of the night? I mean I figured you and your friend'll come inside, but there wasn't anything out of the ordinary..." He gestures like he's including the whole outside area. Something wasn't settling right in Tony's mind. About this time someone like Loki or Insert Enemy Here would show up and throw down - but nothing's happened as of yet. "Also, you got enough money for tonight?" Does Stark know about plans? Maybe. Maybe not. He's at least going to cover all bases. The snark remark from Cap just gains a grin and a shrug. Then he looks over to Bucky, giving the Winter Soldier a smile. "Bucky. How's the arm holding up?" 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "No, sir, everything is fine. I found the Winter Soldier on a rooftop with a sniper rifle but I believe he was just taking an aerie's nest to ensure there was nothing going on. Nice to see Shield taking this seriously." Drake says as he gives a quick salute to Steve and Tony across the brow. He gives a glance over towards Lar, then back to the others with a smile. "Lar is a huge deal in the future. He's kind of like Superman a thousand years ahead. He's new to Earth and still learning customs." As he grins at his best friend, he bumps his shoulder again, then looks over towards Bucky as he joins them. "Ah, there he is. Just like magic. I'm going to check out some of the stuff inside. I always wanted to see The Grey Ghost's original uniform. My dad loved that guy." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Thanks." Lar nods to Captain America, giving his hand a firm shake in return. "I've heard a lot of things about you, all of them good. It seems you've gained the respect of the entire planet for the most part."     "Yeah, I actually non-violently convinced him to leave me alone. For now, anyway." he chuckles a little. "Surprising, right? Heh, nah, he's actually a pretty reasonable guy, if you get to know him."     He shrugs at Drake's comment. "I guess so. I can do a lot of the same things as Superman. But I'm not him, that part's certain."     He glances at Bucky as the man suddenly joins them. "Friend of yours?" he asks. He...couldn't help noticing the bird poop on Bucky's back, because you know, enhanced senses and all. However he hesitates to mention it at the moment. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon just looks at Austin for a moment, one brow lofting, and then the other. She shakes her head and just starts chuckling, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Far from it. I'm just someone who's been incredibly lucky to be able to meet them a few times. About the only uniform and mask I'll probably ever wear is scrubs and a surgical face mask." She looks up and smiles a bit more, shrugging. "Going to be sitting for my EMT exam in July, and I hope to finish out my third single by then, too."      As she's making her way through the crowd with Austin, she hooks her thumbs in her pockets, glancing over at him. "So how did you and Tina meet? She's quite something." 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' Captain America and Bucky go together like... actually, things go together like Captain America and Bucky. They've been setting the example for decades, although there was a brief postponement on account of rain. When Bucky slides up beside Captain America, there was a nod of acknowledgement, but that was it. As far as Steve Rogers was concerned, it was as if Bucky had been at his side the entire time. He did notice the jacket issue, and would at an appropriate time, lean over to whisper in Bucky's ear, "Buck, you got something on your jacket shoulder. Might want to remove it, or clean it up in the bathroom." Captain America's role with the military was complicated, but when someone saluted him, he instinctively returned it, as he did with Drake Winters. At the remark that Lar, or Mon-El, Captain America wasn't entirely sure what was the real name, and what was the codename, or nickname, but at the remark about learning customs, Captain America said, "I know the feeling. It can be difficult to integrate, but it is well worth the effort." "Thank you, I do my best. It's all anyone can do." Captain America said in response to Lar's kind words, trying to play them down. And with Lar not knowing Bucky, Captain America make the introductions, "Mon-El, Sergeant Bucky Barnes," giving his friend full military honors. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     James extends the middle finger of his left hand for Tony's benefit. "Well, I can still do this," he deadpans without ever losing that furrowed brow scowl of his. Is he trying to make a joke? Or is the the first Tuesday of the week when he really doesn't tolerate Tony well? The fact that he answered at all with more than a grunt likely indicates the former.     It would be nice if SHIELD even knew James was here?     All this public pleasing pomp and circumstance really is NOT his thing, but it's Steve's so James'll tolerate it. Because, you know, they go together like... they go together. That nod of acknowledgement is met with nothing more than a slight curl of one corner of his lips upward in a half smile. But his brow furrows again and that half smile fades at those whispered words. He strains his neck to look at one shoulder and then the other and mutters, "Damned pigeons." Wait, what's that? It registers a few seconds late that he's being introduced to someone because he's busy shrugging off his jacket. He does, eventually, remember his manners and extends a hand. "Uh... Hello." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' As always, Tina preens with just the smallest bit of attention and she smiles warmly at Shannon, who obviously has good taste...for a human. Austin grins slightly "Friend of ours. It was originally only supposed to be for a few dayus, but by the time other arrangements had been made Tina decided she'd rather keep me." He says offering his friend his fist, which the monkey grins and bumps. "She's very intelligent, she just can't talk. doesn't have the right sort of vocal cords for speech. We considered sign language but..." At this Tina raises her fist to her forhead, pinkie out an extended. "We stopped that pretty early on." He looks like he's going to say more when his phone starts ringing. Tina looks annoyed at this but when he says "Speaking of Mindy..." He answers and a few seconds later says, "No, we'll be right over..." Tina just sighs putting her autograph book in her purse, looking resigned to not getting Cap's autograph after all. "Sorry about this, but I have to go... nice meeting you Shannon." he says with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark tilts his head and then smirks, turning and heading off and into the library. Since things are winding down. He'll touch base with people later, unless he slips out into the night unbeknownst to most. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' As he catches a motion of Tony's hand, Drake straightens up and starts off after him quickly. "I'll catch you guys later! Lar, let's do lunch tomorrow." He calls over his shoulder as he blinks forward in a burst of blue light, then appears next to Tony to stride along his side as they engage in quiet conversation. Yes, two coffees. Meatball hoagie and chips. On it! And thus, such is life for the youngest Avenger. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "You can call me Lar. Mon-El is just a...moniker that stuck, I guess." It was a bit complicated. Lar is inwardly relieved that Captain America totally just took care of the bird poop dilemma for him, though. That probably would have been awkward. He arches a brow at Cap relating to the whole alien thing. But isn't he Terran? "Do you? But didn't you grow up here?" And when he says 'here', he means here on this planet.     A toward Bucky. "Nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes."     As Drake takes his leave, he nods and smiles after him. "Lunch it is. See you later." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Do I even want to know what Tina just signed?" Shannon asks, trying--and failing--to hide her smile behind her hand. Her eyes twinkle with mirth, and she chuckles softly, shaking her head at Tina. "Don't know what you said there, but I'm guessing it probably wasn't polite. You really want Captain America to see you saying things like that?"      Her suspicion as to the nature of Tina's sign language commentary is only confirmed, as Austin admits to that avenue of communication being closed off. But just as she's about to ask him more about the story of how he came to have a monkey with him, that phone call comes in. "Well, heck. Pleasure meeting you, too. Be safe, m'kay?"      And so she gets moved along with the rest of the crowd. Thankfully, at least this time there were no anti-mutant shenanigans. Though, as she is pushed and pulled along near Cap's position, she gives a jaunty two-fingered salute, a la Skywalker, smiling. 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' The public pleasing pomp and circumstance was definitely not Steve's thing, but when asked, he would serve. And he would do it to the best of his ability. To Lar, he explained, "I was on ice for 75 years. A lot changed in that time. I still have a lot of catching up to do." Captain America tried to have time for everyone, and he was quite observant. Like the red notebook with the glossy cover that said 'AUTOGRAPHS' on it being put into a purse. He would say, "excuse me," and make his way to Austin and Shannon, asking, "hello, I don't mean to intrude, but if you would like an autograph, I'm afraid you missed Iron Man, but there are a few people still here. And if you give me an address, I can see what I can do about getting Tony's for you." 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "James, James is fine," is aimed at Mon-El. He watches Steve go about doing that thing he does and what is that? An actual smile that includes both sides of his mouth? It only lasts a second or two, but it was definitely there. "So, what is all of this anyway?" he asks of anyone that happens to be listening along with a sweep of his hand in the direction of 'all this'. He honestly has no clue other than the whole 'Steve and Stark were speaking' part. 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Have you ever seen a monkey go full fan girl? Tina stands there mouth agape for a few seconds then is scrambling to dig her autograph book back out of her purse. She does this then is searching frantically for her pen with frantic intensity. At least till Austin hands her one. The tiny monkey chittering rapidly and happily as she nearly forces the book at poor Cap before staring longingly at the poor man. She then holds one hand palm up fingers curled slightly upwards, and clasps that hand with the other palm down. This causes Austin to chuckle slightly and say, "Umm, she asked you to marry her... sir." He says amused. "She's kinda a fan." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "On ice? You were in cryo-stasis? Why?" Lar asks, curious. Well, it was true that technology on Earth did change a lot around this time in history. Well, history to him? Time is a confusing thing. So anyway 75 Earth years could have been a lot in terms of that sort of thing.     "Right, James." he says, nodding politely. "Uh, I think Mr. Stark donated money to make a new historical wing possible at this library." he explains to Bucky's question. When Austin and Shannon and Tina approach, he looks over to them as well. "Heh, marriage is the last thing you'd want to rush into." he remarks at Austin's comment. 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' Captain America has had this reaction from people in the past, so he knows that the best way to deal with it is to go slow, be patient, and wait for them to calm down, as he does now. He would accept the book, and the pen, asking who he should make it out to, and then sign it, 'Tina, in your golden chain of friendship, consider me a link. Steve Rogers.' His identity was known, he never signed it Captain America. He was Steve Rogers. Captain America was just a suit he wore. With the way the groups were, Captain America served as a link, close enough to reply to Mon-El, "I was buried in the arctic during the war. They found and thawed me out seventy-five years later." Then he would ask Tina, "would you like Mon-El and the Winter Soldier to sign as well?" He would then introduce them, by code and given name, since both were public about their identities too. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Mon-El's face was completely unfamiliar to her, so Shannon offers him a polite smile and a nod. At least, before the mini-primate's proposal of wedded bliss to the good Captain, that is! She can only facepalm, shaking her head. "Just no monkey business here, okay?"      Standing back, she smiles warmly at the way Tina finally had her dream come true--at least in some form. As she takes a moment to preen her feathers, she grins at Austin. "Told you, didn't I? One of the kindest souls you could ever want to meet."      Her brows loft as she sees Bucky, and offers him a smile and a nod as well. "Wow, seems like just about everyone's showing up. How is everyone?" she asks, encompassing Captain America with the question as well. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     The current conversation takes a definite turn toward the uncomfortable for James. Cryo-statis, not his favorite topic. He snorts a breath that causes his nostrils to flare slightly and runs a gloved hand over his face before dropping that hand to his side. He touches his fingertips to his thumb one at a time, rhythmically, and again. Distraction comes in the form of a monkey proposing to Steve. His eyebrows shoot way way up, blue eyes wide and... he can't help it, he barks out a laugh that he tries to cover by following it up with a very fake cough.     Shannon, not helping! STOP! He chokes back another fit of laughter and it causes a few very real coughs before he recovers and croaks out, "Good, I'm good... swallowed wrong." 

:'''{{#var:9825|Austin Dallas (9825)}} has posed:''' Austin Dallas just grins as Tina takes the book back, then shows it to him and he reads the inscription out loud. She hasn't quite mastered reading yet. Once he does however the monkey offers a chittering squeal of joy, leaps over onto Steve's shoulder and gives his neck a quick hug before leaping back to Austin. When Cap asks if she wants the other men to sign she holds out her book again eagerly with a large happy smile but Austin coughs. "Mindy is waiting for us Tina, we've gotta go. Sighing the monkey waves goodbye to them all, (Cap in particular,) as Austin offers a smile and respectful salute and heads away. "It would never work between you two. For one thing he's human and you are a capuchin." Tina then signs something back, that if anyone understands ASL translates roughly to "I would never hold that agienst him!" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The war. 75 years. Right, he must mean what the Terrans of this day call World War II. Then James starts laughing then awkwardly trying to cover it up with a cough that doesn't quite go so well. Lar arches a brow at him, then chuckles slightly himself. "You two must have known each other for a while." he remarks.     He waves goodbye to Austin, then looks over at Shannon. "Sorry, I didn't get your name?" 

:'''{{#var:112|Captain America (112)}} has posed:''' Captain America didn't flinch when the monkey climbed onto him, or went back to Austin. He was as good with animals as he was good with people. He did smile at the suggestion that it wouldn't work between him and the capuchin. He didn't want to laugh, because that might be taken as offensive. Though sensing Bucky's discomfort, he was about to do his best to steer the conversation to another matter, but then Mon-El seemed to focus on Austin and Shannon, and things worked out for the best. Soon, he would be pulled aside by Mayor Dean Fuleihan, and have to excuse himself, dealing with whatever it was that the mayor wanted of him. The problem with being a national icon is that everyone wanted his time. If it were up to him, he would be somewhere quiet and open, like the park. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Smiling warmly at Mon-El, Shannon offers him her hand. "Shannon Lance. Pleasure to meet you, though I didn't quite catch your name?" As she was about to say something to Cap, he is pulled away by something else needing his attention, leaving her to smile, bemused. As Bucky coughs, she frowns a little bit, reaching over to give him a good pat on the back. "You okay?" she asked, lines appearing between her brows, and concern registering in her expression. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "Shoulda went for it Steven," James begins as Steve walks away. Don't do it, Bucky, don't do it. "...might do you good to spank..." Really Bucky, don't do it... "...someone else's monkey." He did it. He manages to not bust a gut with laughter, but he is smiling. He's really and genuinely smiling a smile that actually makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. He has a nice smile, damned shame he doesn't let it out more often. He really doesn't look much older than he did when he enlisted, but that smile take years off the shadows in his eyes.     "Yeah, for awhile," James comments vaguely in reply to Mon-El. He gives a double thumbs up to Shannon. "I'm good." Then he's following along with Steve, quiet and off to the side, but there. Kinda like always, just there to the end of the line or something like that. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods as Steve and Bucky take their leave. Whatever joke James thinks is so hilarious has gone completely over his head. He'll have to ask Drake about it later. Or look it up on the net or something. "It was good to meet you both." he says politely. Then it seems it's just he and Shannon left. He extends a hand for a shake. "Lar Gand. Nice to meet you, Ms. Lance. You from around here?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon's grip is firm but gentle, with slight callousing of the fingertips betokening perhaps some familiarity with stringed instruments. "Originally from Connecticut. Came to the area a couple years ago and haven't looked back since. What about you, are you from around here?" She smiles somewhat, ruffling her wings and dipping her head. "Though when you say Ms. Lance, I expect to see my mother somewhere. Please, it's just Shannon." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Shannon it is." Lar says, with a polite smile as he shakes her hand briefly. "Connecticut, huh? Close enough." In terms of the entire galaxy, it really is.     He chuckles at her question. "No, I'm from Daxam, sector 2813. Though I guess I have spent a good amount of time on Earth, comparatively speaking." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      The winged teen's brows loft briefly, and for a moment, there is a slight look of confusion upon her face. "I have absolutely no idea where that is," Shannon finally confesses, with something of a sheepish smile. "Only been off-world once or twice, and none of that sounds at all familiar. Maybe if you're willing, you could tell me a little bit about it on the way inside?" she suggests, gesturing towards the newly minted Heroes' Wing. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Don't worry about it, most Terrans have never even been beyond the stratosphere." Lar replies, his tone friendly. "So if you've actually been off-world before, that's more than average I'm sure." He nods and follows her inside. 
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13385/You Know You Missed Me

2021-05-28T03:42:25Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' The Prom had been wonderful, as such a night should be. But the party didn't stop there. It had continued into the wee hours of the morning at the Rec Room of the mansion as some of the students were buzzing on adrenaline and sugary mocktails that had been served. Students that hadn't been able to attend joined in for a bit to hear the tales. Eventually, everyone was wandering off to their rooms to get some sleep. And then there were three. They had agreed to meet up in Jeremy's room in 15 minutes. Giving enough time to kick off the Satan-invented-torture of heels and change out of their fancy dresss or tuxedos. It might even allow some time for a quick face scrub to get off make-up. At the appointed time, there was a firm knock on Jeremy's door. His guests had arrived! 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Having arrived back at his room before his roommate and boyfriend, Jeremy told Gray and Rosie that he planned on spending time with his teammates for a few hours. This at least give Gray and Rosie some time to chill as well back at her room and talk, or make out, whatever comes first. Having shed off his tuxedo, the young Goth is now wearing a pair of swishy dark workout shorts and a black sleeveless tanktop that reveals his bare arms and the bright colorful tattoo upon one shoulder. He doesn't have any new scars at least. At the sound of the knocking, he heads over to open the door, giving a smile to the pair of them as he motions them in. His bedroom is split down the middle between his and Gray's. Two beds, but only one is made up, the other disheveled. His computer desk has six monitors on it now with two PC's below, and turned off for a change so that the room is a bit cooler, as well as the open window. There is a small black kitten laying on Gray's made bed, peeking up at them in a ball of fluff before he rolls back over to nap. << Hi guys. Come in! >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Thankfully Indira didn't go all out with makeup, but even if she'd planned the extra time for henna there'd no just 'getting that off'. Her hair is still curled and streaked with gold hair chalk since one cannot wash that much hair in fifteen. She did swap out for her favorite, swooshy silk pajama set with pants that are black with copper henna-like designs around the ankles and an off-the-shoulder top of dark teal with thin black straps holding it up. "The snacks have arrived." Proclaims Indi as she hips her way into the room with her arms full of bags of pretzels, chips, and several bottles of water. "I dunno about you two, but after all of the sugary drinks and cookies I need me some salt. That was a fun night, once everyone got out dancing. Congrats again, Jeremy. You killed that crown." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' Xio follows right behind Indi. She has on a pair of gray cotton shorts and a black tank top, something she usually sleeps in. She never went for something long like pajama pants. She did have her phone tucked into the waistband of her shorts since she too had more drinks. They were probably going to need them. Who knew how long they were going to stay up gossiping. "It was so weird seeing you that way! No surprise to me you got King. You deserved it! I even emailed in my vote for you," Xio admitted with a big smile. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' There is a soft laugh from Jeremy as he gives a look at the crown on the top of his computer desk. He has it on a shelf that makes it stand out. There is an amused look on his face. <> He is teasing as he helps take the snacks and puts them on the bed, then gives each of them a firm hug. <> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Oh hush, you did not." Indira says to Jeremy with a snort and a returned hug that's fierce and just a little tingly. "Because you have two of those votes standing here, and we sure don't pity you. We know you better than that." She sits herself down on the end of the bed next to the snacks so she can peel open a bag of pretzels and cram a few of them in her mouth. Talking around them, she mumbles, "You'll do great. Besides, you're going to be a big bad tech intern, not an X-Man. Aaand you've shown you're more than capable a hundred times over by now. Easy-peasy, they're probably just doing that as a formality. I'm actually debating taking summer classes and see if I can maybe graduate a bit early. I wanna get out there, get on with my life, see what's out there in the world. Math class just ain't doing it for me." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' Xio piles into the bed as well. "You got it cause you are a good friend to people. You who didn't think you'd have friends. Shows you were estupido. At least about that," Xio adds as she grins, grabbing a bag of plain chips and pulling them open. At Indi's thought, she muses. "Do they offer enough classes for me to get all of next year in? Cause if so, maybe I'll join you. The deal was for me to stay until graduation and my record is expunged so the faster I get that done..." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << This was a good year for me and yes, I think you can pile on numerous summer classes to try and graduate early. It's what I was doing before Xavier's. Doctor McCoy helped me out a lot. >> Jeremy climbs on to the bed with them, reaching into the bag of salty plain chips to snag a few, then puts it into his mouth for a crunch. After a few chews and a swallow, he gives a lick of his lips. << Mister Stark is getting me an apartment I believe at one of his buildings he owns, so I'll be close to work. He is helping me with college also. My interview went very well with him. He had me work on his new Iron Man suit with a focus on armor and weapon design. >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Doubt I can do a whole year in one summer, but, maybe cut next semester in half." Indira says aside to Xio with a waggle of a pretzel. "That is a good point for you, though. They didn't say how you had to finish it, just finish it here. Maybe they'd be more willing if we were both onboard. At least they're not spending all their time for just one student." She crunches down on another pretzel before washing it down with a slug of water. "That's super cool, Jer. People probably would literally kill for that kind of job. You're not just doing paperwork. You're getting to work on /the/ equipment for the Avengers. I have no idea how I'll do what I want. I was thinking maybe... investigation kind of stuff. I'd actually be all for being a cop, a detective, but with my heart they'd never take me. ...I probably should still talk to Doctor McCoy about that. But with how the school found me and all these other kids, well, I want to /help/. I don't wanna be a hero off fighting aliens on the news. I want to help the little guys." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "You got to work on the armor? Holy fuck, Jeremy!" Xio slaps his arm, grinning like a goofball. "I am so jelly now. Like completely. Dios Mio." Then the look transfers over to Indira. "Could become a private investigator or something? Then you aren't having to worry about being a cop with the heart thing? Unless Doctor McCoy can get that fixed up for you. Can't think of anyone smarter." But now that had her wondering about her own life after this. If she did managed to graduate in less than a year, what would she do? "I got no ideas what to be when I grow up." She giggles. "Probably about the point you guys are excelling, you'll come by Big Belly Burger and I'll ask if you want fries with that." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << It was an accident, mostly. We were talking about an internship after Hawkeye introduced me to him. We started to talk about my goals after Xavier's and out of the blue he asked me about this design he was working on and wanted my insight. I networked myself to his database, pulled the schematics up and did a walk through on his 3D holograph model. He liked that I was able to solve a problem for him on creating the armor lighter, but more durable and adding some more shoulder rockets while re-routing power sources. I have a feeling he knew the answer already himself, but he was testing my critical thinking path. >> Jeremy takes another bite of chips, then reaches over to grab up the black kitten and scoops him on to his chest. He gives a smile as he strokes the fluff between his ears. << This is Geronimo. Rogue got him for me. He's my buddy. >> His smile brightens. << Everything okay, Xio? I have kept tabs on you while you were back home but I wasn't spying on your day to day. >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Girl, no, no way. You are way better than a burger flipper." Indira looks positively offended, though a cheek stuffed with pretzels doesn't make the look convincing. "We could be PI's together! You know the streets, I know how to punch. Hm, wasn't there some mutant-kinda group who did that? I swear I saw an old sign in Bushwick. I'll have to hit up Google later." She gives a warm grin to the kitten as he's hoisted up. "I saw him, but he was too cute to wake up. Soon as I get my own place I totally want a pet." His question about how Xio's been has her looking over towards the Latina expectantly, falling quiet minus the crunches of pretzels. 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' Things are definitely not quiet. Indi's pretzels. Her chips. Jeremy's kitten is likely adding his purring to the ambiance, now that he's in a snuggle spot and getting attention. "He's too cute," Xio says about the kitty, reaching ouver to give a finger stroke over his little noggin before settling back in shoving chips in her mouth with some regularity. At Indi's suggestion, she tilts her head. "X something I'd bet. They seem to like that around here," she added with a giggle. "Maybe I could do that. I do have ears on the streets with Los Muertos. Know how that side of things work." Then the seriousness of Jeremy's question. "I'm been good. Mi abeulo fought for about two weeks but in the end, it was too much. But he had a good life. And he passed with his familia around him which is what he wanted. I was sad for a while. Cried a lot." Her voice is serious but she shrugs, trying to move past since that just wasn't her. "I was planning to come back this week but with prom being just before my time to return, I couldn't just miss it. So I planned my whole showing up tonight and seeing your faces." She laughed, that bright smile back. "It was so worth it." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << You are thinking of X-Factor. They work out of Mutant Town. Led by Jamie Madrox the multiple man. >> Jeremy knows everyone in the database by now. If you're a useful mutant, he's stole your contact info and put it on his phone. One day, he may need to reach out to someone and get help. <> He gives a glance over to Indi, nudging her with his foot to feel the tingles zap through his toes with a giggle. << Do you want to see my new costume by the way? In the case that I do decide to become a mysterious super hero? >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "A long life and having your family there in the end? That seems like a good way to go to me, and you'll always have his memories with you." Indira says quiet but with a smile on her face. "And I'm definitely glad to see you. It hasn't been the same without you around. I can't be the only loud one all of the time." She looks back to Jeremy and forms an O with her lips. "Oooh, yeah, that rings a bell. I heard his name around here one week, think he was here. Noted. I'll have to give 'em a call and see what they're up to." There's a quick, sideways look to Xiomara and a snicker. "X. You called it." Mention of a costume has her tilting her head and leaning forward to prop her elbows on her knees. "Hell yeah I do. Kittens and Iron Man and costumes; you've been busy." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "Everything is falling into line for Jeremy here," Xio said as she nudged him with an elbow before breaking open a bottle of water and gets a swig. "Sure, I'd like to see the costume idea. Though I thought you preferred to be behind the scenes?" She giggles and winks at Indi. "I should've made a bet. You'd owe me twenty bucks for having that one right. But if he's been associated with this place at all, he probably would be willing to take in someone to help out. We could make probably do some stuff before to show him what we got?" she suggested. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy hops of his bed and heads to his closet where he grabs a bag, then heads into the bathroom. After a few minutes of rummaging around, he comes back out. Dressed in all black, his shirt is a heavy material what appears to be some type of woven body armor into the chest and the elbows. His pants are tucked into a pair of boots and in a 'stacked' style. What stands out the most besides the long trench coat, is a large hood that he wears which hides his face. A few seconds later, a neon green 'skull' appears from within, digital and LED, staring back at them. He even has gloves on over his hands. Not a hint of flesh revealed. It's a little bit Daft Punk, a little bit Darth Maul, a little bit Neo. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "True. Behind the scenes is good, but with a high profile job like you'll have there's always that chance something comes knocking." Indira remarks as she kicks back to wait for the presentation. "Oh daaaaaamn. Okay! That's insane and I love it and I'm insanely jealous now." Her foot is bouncing from where its crossed over the other and the smile on her face is broad. "Costume like that makes you just want to get in trouble. But, uh, don't. Unless you gotta, then kick their ass. Got any armor built in to that thing?" 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "Inspired by me..." The confusion is there as he rushes off and Xio gives a glance to Indi to see if she had any clue. Since she didn't, Xio just settled in petting the kitten in his Daddy's absence. Then Jeremy emerged. There is an approving whistle from Xio as she looks over the costume. "Viva Los Muertos!" Her grin was pleased as she looked over the mask "Got to say I approve. And yeah, can see the influence from the tats." Shehe glances over at Indi's question and observation, nodding her agreement a costume like that was asking to get into trouble. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he gives himself a turn around, Jeremy shows off the digital mask as the green changes colors a few times. Red. Blue. Purple. It changes from the Muertos face to a familiar Guy Faux as well in bright white. He raises a finger upwards to the digital mouth. Shhh. Once he pulls the hood and mask off, he gives a shake of his hair out as it settles against his shoulders. << It has some body armor to it, yes. Light weight. Can take impact from small gunshot rounds and some physical impact, but it's not designed to be used in the field. It's just a starter. I may ask some of the staff for help upgrading it. >> He takes a seat on the bed, grinning at them. He is blushing a bit in an embarrassed manner. <> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "They only laugh until their phone blows up." Indira winks to Jeremy. "A well placed distraction can be worth more than a gunfight anyway. You'll look like a badass. Thinking of keeping the same name or switching it up with a separate persona to keep your after-hours work on its own? May be useful, keeps all of your cover from being blown in case something goes south." She pops a few more pretzels in her mouth. "Food for thought, anyway. You got time to figure it out." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "What she said," Xio says with a laugh, pointing over at Indi after the comment about laughing until their phone blows up. "If I saw that coming at me in a dark alley after I'd been up to no good, I'd be less likely to laugh and more likely to get the fuck out of there." She continues to pet Geronimo then glances to Jeremy, wondering about that question of new codename. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I don't know. Spider Bite has been my alias online since I was a kid. It's not unique by any means. You will find hundreds of others, but unless you dig into the dark web, there is only one that has a reputation. >> Jeremy ponders for a long moment in thought, shifting his jaw and squinting his eyes. <> He gives the kitten a few more strokes of his fingers along his fuzzy back as he naps on the bed, ruffling the fur up a bit. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Not sure off the top of my head." Indira says as she absently swings her feet while chewing on a pretzel. "Says the girl who's own name was a random pick. I like the ring of Faraday, but I wouldn't mind something that isn't the name of some white dude. Er, no offense, Jer. Funny enough, my real name is another name for Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, fortune, love, beauty, joy and prosperity. /Indra/ is the god of storms. The irony of that isn't lost on me. I can't go calling myself something /that/ obvious, though." She gives a shrug of her shoulders. "Secret names are like tattoos, I guess. You gotta make sure it's the right one that you're linking to yourself forever." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "I just took one you came up with. So I'm not exactly an expert on codenames," Xio says with an apologetic shrug. "I would say that the whole Stalker angle is a bad one. I mean I get it with your abilities but it gives a whole skeeze vibe that isn't good." She takes another swig of water then sets the back of plain chips aside, within reach of Jeremy since he was partaking of them too, and goes for a bag of sirracha flavored, ripping them open and popping one in her mouth as she settled back into her spot. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I think I'll just stick with what I have now. It's consistent and everyone here knows me as that. It's not as if I really need a code name, or even a cool one. I'm just going to be Jeremy Statton, employee of Stark Industries. By the way, I have a follow up with him tomorrow to discuss my compensation package and housing. Also to decide what department he wants me to intern at. I'm hoping it's research and development. >> Jeremy plucks out a few more chips from the bag and pops them into his mouth as he heads back to the bathroom to change out. He takes another minute to put his shorts and tanktop back on, then heads out to put the costume into the closet. << I'm glad you guys don't think it's silly. You're the first to see it. >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "It's not silly at all!" Indira proclaims. "What is silly is if they /don't/ put you in R&D. You can probably crank out more projects in one work week than takes them half the year. So make sure he doesn't shortchange you. Just because you have inborn skills doesn't mean you shouldn't get the same pay as any other trained expert. Cuz you are. Just your know-how didn't come from books. Well, maybe digital ones." "Hopefully you don't end up too far to visit. I know you're only a text away but still. So long as you're on the subway line, I guess. We can sneak out, and don't be a stranger here. Got it? You guys are my sanity around here." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "Well I'm back for now so you got me at least. Though Jeremy is abandoning us." Translation graduating. "And leaving us behind." And getting life! Xio grinned a bit, nudging him with an elbow then settling in crossing her legs to sit tailor style on the bed. The shorts are long enough it isn't weird or anything! "With your abilities, you are worth a lot of money. But at the same time, remember you are going to /him/ for a job. Get in the door at least." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << With my abilities, yes, I could name a price if I wanted to, but I really want to work hard to earn my place. Working for Stark Industries is a dream come true, and he is going to pay for my MIT classes and my apartment. It's a once in a life time opportunity and as we email back and forth, I feel like he is really excited about me working for him. >> Jeremy gives a bright smile as he pops another chip into his mouth, then leans in to bump his shoulder against Indi's to give himself a bit of a tase, giggling. Bzzt! It tingles. << And I'm not leaving you guys. You can be my roommates soon as you graduate! We can still be a team of best friends. I can help pay for your college too, and we can still have fun together. >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Well I know you're no idiot. You know what you're worth. I know you wouln't let them take advantage of you." Indira states and shoots a quick look past Jeremy and towards Xiomara with a single decisive nod. "Otherwise, you can be sure we'll march right over there and will tell Stark himself to not be a jackass. You're not paying for me either. I'll find a way to earn my keep. Besides, I gotta decide what I want to do first before I sign up for college." "And stop zapping yourself!" Indira chuckles as she squints back at Jeremy. "Speaking of, I saw that Doctor McCoy did something to help Miss Rogue protect herself. Maybe tomorrow I'll swing down after class and talk to him about everything. I'd actually like to give someone a hug, or... pet Geronimo without shocking him." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "Rogue can touch people now?" Xio showed up at the prom must as Rogue and others had left so she wasn't aware of the miracle that had occurred, thanks the big brain of the Big Blue teacher. "That would be great if he could do it for you too!" She does echo Indi's words to Jeremy though. "No way. I don't take no charity. I make my own way. Ain't going to college. Not smart enough. May look into a trade school or something. If I can figure out what I want to do." She shrugged and dismissed it. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Oh, yes. Doctor McCoy created this shower of sorts that can spray her entire body with a thin skin like membrane that has a latex based consistency. It's rather fascinating and complicated, but they did numerous tests before applying it to her. It's temporary and she has to wash it off with a really firm scrubbing. I got to see some of it while he was beta testing. >> Jeremy bobs his head a bit. << You are smart enough to go to college Xio. You can go to community college if anything. You are plenty smart, even if it's not academically smart. But if you want to do a trade school, I can help with that too. Let your rich friends help you out. >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "That's pretty cool. Though it sounds more like one of those weird... thinks you encounter in some of the clubs downtown." Indira flops a hand in the air with a shrug. "But hey, whatever works. I basically use modified kitchen gloves, the rubber at least lets me shake a hand or pick something up without zapping, but they suck to wear all of the time. Maybe I can help test more. Settles that, then, I'm definitely talking to him." "College isn't a terrible idea." Indira agrees. "But not worth it without a gameplan. Though basic classes at one of the community colleges is easy and frees you up for specialty. Trade's probably more useful. Ever think about going into the professional tattooing business? You are pretty awesome at it." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "Jer, love you but hell no. I don't do charity. I earn my way or I don't do it. Only reason I accepted the Xavier's Charity Project status was so I could get my record expunged and start life fresh. I appreciate the offer but I have to do it my way." At the mention from Indi, her face scrunches up a bit. "I'd considered it. I mean I think I could go far. I have some pretty advanced skills thanks to the UV tats the gang uses. Just need to get better on technique and art. They have schools for that or just a matter of being an apprentice in a shop?" Since she hadn't ever been in a shop, just at home. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Buuuut .. I want to hook my best friends up. >> Jeremy can even sulk digitally as he sprawls out on his side on the bed, curling his hand around his kitten. << Can't I help out just a little bit? It'd mean a lot and you helped me out with that thingy a few months ago. I do owe you one. >> He nods his head to Indi's ideas, looking excited. << You should definitely do professional ink. I can reach out and see if any of the studios are hiring. >> 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Maybe?" Indira says with a scrunch of her nose. "I have no idea, but that'd probably make sense. I bet you'd like it a lot more than doing someone's hair or building cabinets or... plumbing." She adds with a note of disgust. "You have the skills. Use em! At least it probably doesn't need another degree. Jer can help find some places with openings, some good gear, that kinda stuff. It's worth checking into if you want." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' "I got a year to figure it out. Or almost a year. No need to go websearching now," Xio says with a grin. "Now when I finish school, you can help me find a shop that is hiring. As for that stuff a few months back? That was just taking care of family. Nothing else." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << And helping you out with college is taking care of family. >> Jeremy counters back with a smirk on his face as he sticks his tongue out at her. << Besides, getting a job now as an intern is experience and extra cash most likely under the table, thus you don't need to pay taxes on it. I'll start the search .. five minutes ago. >> With that, he plops Geronimo on his chest and continues to munch on chips as the three talk for the rest of the night. 
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13219/Friends in High Places

2021-05-28T03:25:18Z

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|Location=North Hempstead, Nassau County
|Synopsis=The Diplomat makes a personal appearance at their latest endeavor. It all goes wrong when Cloak, Dagger, and Deadpool shows up on the scene. Deadpool makes contact, Sabertooth assists the Diplomat, the one and only Raven Darkholme, threats were thrown, a good portion of merchandise lost, and massive arrests for the goons at the docks. Heroes and villains are at a draw.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' SOME RANDOM DOCKS; NASSAU COUNTY: There were whispers in the streets. It wasn't a matter of fear; no. Intimidation? Not that either. Just a simple hand of one scratching the back of the other. If a person was needing 'something' done and no one else could do it, The Diplomat, the new player of New York and the Tri-Cities, knew how to get it done. One call; that was all it really took to have the goons of the Diplomat going. No one ever saw their face, no one ever really knew what they looked like. That sort of anonomity was impressive. And downright frightening. So when there was a call from Madripoor to deliver an arms shipment to certain customers discreetly; the diplomat was on the call. It was a request for them to oversee everything themselves to make sure that there were no hiccups in the plan. But weight like this? There was bound to be whispers along the streets, the Irish or the Italians bragging to one of their friends in a crowded restraunt without a care.. The car of choice was a Rolls Royce; all three of them. Black that rolls up to docks just before the entrance to the shipping containers. Flood lights shine upon the area as the gates were opened up to a busy amount of people. Some were stacking crates upon crates atop of each other, trucks were parked and opened, ready for the dollies to roll up the ramps to deposit the goods in order. As the three Rolls Royces' stop, the doors open to the middle one. And a large man, approximately 6'2 steps out, brimmed had pulled off to reveal a slick, salt and pepper mane with a sprinkling of a beard that was tastefully shaved down. As the rest of the crew steps out of their vehicles, they get to work. Though one actually approaches the Diplomat, who then cuts his eyes at his worker bee with a frown. "What?" The Diplomat asks. "Boss. We need to get going. This is already too much weight to push and we're overdoing it on time. We won't make the drop." The Diplomat stares off towards the commotion with a frown. "Fuck off." 

:'''{{#var:787|Victor Creed (787)}} has posed:''' Is Sabretooth here seeking justice, hunting down these arms dealers and pursuing the chance to make them pay for their life of crime and evilding? Fuck no. He's here because he happens to have found out about a smuggled case of Cuban cigars and he was going to steal them, take them back to Westchester, dump them on Logan's lawn and light them on fire in a big pile just to taunt him. Was it petty? Yes. Would he be satisfied by it? Abso-fucking-lutely. He sniffs the air, though, recognizing a few of the hired mooks by scent. Vic tended to keep track of active mercs. These guys weren't dogshit, but they weren't top line either. Middle management mooks, just shy of cannon fodder. Still, might be worth a peek. The stogies weren't going anywhere. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Someone new was moving, and well they aint paid their due as well any mob, gang, organization that hits these docs that don't pay... well his people. What they were doing didn't bug him, the guns would prob go out to some thugs later down the line that would just be thrown into the grinder so they ended up melted at some point seized by the winner. He sighs, as he walks down towards the docs out in the open with no stealth, or real care as he starts to approach the guards. He is wearing his outfit, red, and black head to toe, armed to the teeth with his two blades sticking out, he seems relaxed, almost happy as this was his element not some hero for hire nonsense. If stoped he would calmly ask to talk to the boss, not resorting to violence yet as he was just delivering a message... Well demand to the person operating on the docks within. Though he would refuse to disarm, or remove anything as he didn't care if he did have to shoot his way in, or was walked in. The important part was he was going to walk up to the 'front door' and see what happened from there. 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' One lead turned into another lead, followed by another lead until someone coughed up the information by threat of violence. The dark dimension within Cloak's folds are always a good motivator when one is presented with their greatest fears and sins. As a swirl of shadow appears on the top of a warehouse, the angel of light known as Dagger steps out of the portal that makes up her partner's body. She dims her glow for the moment as she stays tucked into the swirling folds of fabric. "This is it, Cloak. These guys plan on obtaining these guns and bringing them on to the streets. /Our/ streets." Her voice is a soft raspy in her throat as she squeezes her hands tightly to form glowing fists. "You take the one they call the Diplomat, and I will take down his goons. No mercy tonight. We can't allow them to hurt more children, more lives, more souls." As she makes her way to the edge of the roof, she stands waiting in a bright white leotard with a sword cut out through the middle to reveal her bare skin. It's an outfit that is quite risque, designed to distract. With a deep breath, she takes a step off the edge of the roof, finding the world rush around her as she falls. She knows what is to come next. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Whispers spoken in shadowed alleys and over the fitful flicker of fire barrels by night, hurried hisses outside of bars and passed in code on street corners. That's the language Cloak knows best. Some days, it was the only language he needed to know. The shadowman congeals out of nothingness and releases his partner from the darkness of his cloak so they can both set eyes down on their intended targets. He shifts broad shoulders to resettle the subtly striped fabric and lets out a breath that's more like a growl. "Not like mercy is what we do best, or often. So this ain't gonna be any different of a night." At least until their morally-minded associates inevitably drop by to ruin the evening's plans with their good intentions. "If I can reach him, he'll be gone. If he doesn't, then we'll know he's hiding some surprises." And then they're in motion. As she launches off the room, Cloak follows in her wake. Like a vulture spreading its wings, he sweeps down over her and the two disappear. They reappear about thirty feet up in the air above where the Diplomat and his goons are - and maybe ten feet off to one side because aiming is imprecise at speed - and ready to drop down. The only warning is a rush of cold, displaced air and the sudden pulse of Dagger's light. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' "But Sir!?" The goon says. "See to it. And fuck -off-." The man looms, his presence seemingly growing over the man. It could have been a trick of the light, or the fact that Mystique is actually making herself grow.. Who's to say. The Diplomat stops, however, hand lifting to press a thumb into his palm, rubbing slightly as he cracks out a little smile. The first of the weight is loaded onto the truck, which soon starts with a roar. The engine cranks up as it begins to roll out of the yard, taking the other entrance which was now occupied. Looking up, The Diplomat tips the brim of his hat downward, then returns to his place into the car. The car where Tandy and Tyrone were hovering above. "Get going." He says. The driver nods, and begins to roll backwards, who promptly stops as soon as he sees Deadpool at the gate. "Uh.." The Diplomat leans an arm against the back of the chair, fingers slowly tapping in a cadence against the leather. There was a thought to stop and talk to the bold mutant, just to see if there was anything.. --NOT-- "Run that mutherfucker over and keep going." Guards included. The driver knows how the Diplomat thinks; for if those guards were worth their salt, they would have shot Deadpool already and died doing it. The car screeches back towards the entrance of the gate, where the two guards and Deadpool were standing, while the others look on briefly and get back to work. 

:'''{{#var:787|Victor Creed (787)}} has posed:''' Victor Creed smells Deadpool on the air and snorts. Just what he needed, Samurai Shithead making an appearance. Still, he might make an entertaining mess at least. Victor takes a moment to climb a pile of crates, getting a bit of height to look down on things. Then he catches a different scent on the air and smiles. Ah, well. That explains a few things. Cloak and Dagger's scents are strange, Cloak's especially, making the mutant turn his head. "I smell do-gooders," he grins, flashing fangs. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As Deadpool is trying to explain now with guns pointed at them as they were prob going shoot him soon as they knew their boss would be pissed if they didn't Deadpool actually saw that the vehicle was coming first the others facing towards him out and away from it. The argument was getting to he point of conflict when Deadpool just sighs. They may of seen him start to move, o the lighs behind them coming up fast at the vehicle came closer, but other then shooting the goons jump out of the way while Deadpool just stands there waiting. Right before the Ryoce is going to hit him though he jumps in a flip to spread the impact, as he is nicked by the front then bounces off the window. It hurt, and he was sure something was broke, but before he flips off the top of the back of the car he pulls out a sword stabbing down into the roof, and maybe making whoever is in the back move to the side as a large sword comes down. He makes a place to hold on, as the car is still speeding, he hadn't stopped it, but now he was going to be a little guest on their ride. As he crouches on the top of the vehicle, "You know this is what happends when you don't pay the right people." he yells into the hole looking back at what happened to make them rabbit. In a way this was also taking him away from whoever it was trying to stop they person inside. 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' As the duo of Dark and Light appear above The Diplomat's car, Dagger drops out of the dark folds of Cloak's cape and lands on the roof with a heavy thud and a three point crouch. She creates a pair of dents in the metal from her feet as she rises upwards, her hands blazing brightly. She arcs one arm upwards quickly, using Deadpool's distraction to send a wave of bright light forward that is designed to stun and blind. "You dare seek to bring your toys of war to our streets!? You will not go unpunished! You are undeserving of your light! We are Cloak and Dagger and tonight, we are your judge, jury, and executioner!" Always with the flair of dramatics, she whips her free hand forward and sends out a trio of light blades that bury themselves into the chests of several members with rifles in their hands. They will feel the sting and the heat of her living light, shocking them to the soul as if they were tased a dozen times over. There is a fire in her eyes as she steps off the car, waiting for Cloak to drop down upon it, where his prey waits. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Dagger may be the speech giver of the pair, and that's fine. Cloak was never a fan of words for his own share of reasons. His fists work just fine. As Deadpool's blade opens a hole in the roof like an old tin can, Cloak lands on the trunk. It doesn't have the impact one would expect of a man that size, and even the drag of the vehicle seems to pass more through him than against him. He's like a half-corporeal ghost, all bristling fabric and shadow and a snarl set on his face. "Get the roof out of my way." He snarls up to Deadpool with a predatory facsimile of a smile. "I'll handle what's inside. I'd say it'd save you from getting stained, but you're dressed for the occasion." Could he teleport inside? Probably. But it'd be rather cramped to work, and there's something primal and satisfying about unwrapping your meal. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Alright. The car was on the move. One person jumps down and bounces off the moving car, along with two more as passengers. Great. There was no need for the Diplomat to move out of the way, however, even if the blade knicked anywhere on his flesh, he'd simply heal right away. Because Mystique is tricky like that. "Well look at that." The Diplomat says to the driver who panicks, immediately whipping the car around with a quick manuver to throw it into drive. He was going to punch it, pedal to the ground, down the block, swerving this way and that until he's far away from the docks all together. Passengers or not. The thing about hiring these certain goons to do your dirty work, was that they were cut from another cloth. While they weren't expecting a magical superhero to attack them this night, they were armed and at the ready. So as soon as she emits that bright light, they were stunned. Some were flailing, others were howling out in pain, more were on the move to reach for their automatic weapons to spray the area, gods be damned who was there. Two more trucks drive off, all swerving, both near slamming into each other as they try to make for the exit of the first. That truck was long gone, lost in the sea of the city. But they race for it, and they'll plow through fencing and comrades just to get out. 

:'''{{#var:787|Victor Creed (787)}} has posed:''' Victor Creed watches one of the trucks get away. Made sense, the ol' general was too good to get totally foiled, she'd get things accomplished even if somebody came to play spoiler. Vic takes in these young hero wannabes, shadow and light, wincing a bit and turning his head at Dagger's flashy display. But Deadpool and Cloak are both up on the Diplmat's car and, while he didn't need to interfere, they could take care of themselves, frankly, it wouldn't hurt to have them owe him a little bit, So he leaps from his perch with every intent of spearing Wade off of the roof and knocking him back towards Cloak, seeing what happens when the loudmouth lands in the pitch black, a sort of flying shoulderblock with a bark of a laugh, "Catch!!!" 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' As he is holding on to the sword he reaches into a pocket pulling out a card with a number on it. As the car turns this way and that and does shake him making him fall to grab the hole with his hand and hold on the metal peeling a bit more. He yells over the wind.. "Hey... You inside..." looking at through the hold he shoves a card inside of it.. On it is a number and nothing else.. "If you live.." and with that he mearly grins, and lets go. He had no intention of stopping the person, it wasn't his job to do that only deliver a mesage that was now delivered. So as the large man jumps at him it is not a direct blow into him but the force knocks off a few things from his belt as he whirls out of control sideways. It isn't even seconds as the flashbangs, gernades, start a chain behind the car of bright light and fire. With no aim it is just random the way the go, above, behind, around the car though as there is no control behind it only an acidintal discharge of some explosives. 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' As she leaps off the car and hits the ground, Dagger rolls forward in a graceful sommersault before she pops back up to her feet. She whips her hand around once more, sending out another cluster of light daggers to bury themselves into a few more gunmen. As the bullets ricochet along the ground wildly, she dances amongst them as she moves in quick jerks left to right, using her light to blind and stun to try and create an impossible target. She spies Victor launch himself out of no where to throw Deadpool towards Cloak, not recognizing the wild man. She isn't sure at the moment if he is friend or foe, but for now, she will focus on the ground troops. She spins another blade around in her palm, launching it towards one of the back tires of the truck escaping, sending it zipping through the dark, hoping to pop one of them. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' For once! No one to steal his prey or famous capes chiding him for his actions. This guy just open the way and leave. It looks like Cloak's day is looking--- Like grenades. It's questionable what kind of damage one would do to a man who doesn't seem whole, but this is not the day he chooses to find out. Flashes and explosions erupt near the backside of the Rolls and Cloak is dropping off and disappearing into his pocket dimension and reappearing near to Tandy while she's trying to take out tires. It's probably best Deadpool was off aim and left to likely bounce off the pavement, though Cloak does pass a look towards where he was headed to see if the man is still in one piece. He stretches out an arm towards Dagger and opens the expanse of his cloak. "When you're ready for the next round." 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' The Diplomat looks out the window just in time to see something massive heading towards their car. With a loud crunch, he winces, arms lifting to shield himself from whatever debris would come his way, dropping to open eyes and look back to see just in time the card which flutters inside the car. It was plucked from the air with thick fingers, looked at front to back, then shoved into his inside jacket pocket. Would he actually call? Maaaybe. Dagger had her work cut out for her. Bodies were dropping and men were aimlessly shooting. Even when some gain a moment of clairity and the ability to see, guns were aimed and shots were fired off. Whether they hit was anyones guesses. But what -did- hit was the dagger to the tire of the truck that was left behind. The sound was akin to a grenade going off; the truck swerved and hitched, toppling over onto it's side and skidding. Which was a good thing for the Diplomat, the other one was on it's way out. Now that the Rolls was secure, the door to the vehicle was opened while moving with a few shoves of the large mans shoulder. The hood of the car was ruined, there was no saving that piece of sweet machinery. Thankfully it was a rental and not in her name. Waiting until the right moment for him to be concealed; the Diplomat launches himself out of the car and in between a few parked ones, waiting until the damaged vehicle was clear enough for her to stand upright, and watch as the tail-lights go. The Woman now, steps onto the curb and then the sidewalk, arms pressed behind her back as she begins a merry stroll, quite possibly taking that slow of a walk to wait for Victor to catch up. 

:'''{{#var:787|Victor Creed (787)}} has posed:''' Victor Creed watches those daggers of light fly past him, just missing him by an inch. He looks back at the girl, points to his eyes and then points back at her. "Lucky you missed me, kiddo. I don't take kindly to that sort of roughhousin'," he says, his grin showing his savage fangs before he turns and heads off after Mystique at a slow trot, pausing to flip the bird to Wade, "Better luck next time, Toxic Avenger." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' WIth a botched landing Deadpool lays there a minute unfolding with a grin, as the message had been delivered though it was a complete mess. It was so hard to get these things in order when it was out in the open like this. He sighs a little bit. "Prob can't even hear me now... Logan could though, but wasn't the other on inferrer?" and chuckles a bit to himself though not sure if the joke would make sense to anyone else who could hear it. He will lay there until he gets board of it part of that just healing from being tossed off a moving car with a shoulder-check added in. The pavement was not kind to him, so he would just lay still for a while thinking about things. He would watch the other two go back to fighting goons though just relaxing and watching the show not really wanting to help as his job has been done. They could take care of this many surely... If not that might make the show a bit more interesting. 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' Watching the truck hit it's side and slide to a stop, Dagger tracks it with her eyes as she steps into Cloak's folds, hearing the bullets whistle past and disappear into the darkness. A blade of light can be seen glowing from within the shadows to light her way. "Did you get him? I don't hear him rummaging around in here. I see a woman walking over there with that loud mouth coming up on her." She looks over towards Victor, eyes narrowing some, then whips her blade around and forward, sending it whistling through the air and curving towards him. She'll take the bait and he seems like an asshole. "Ready for the next round." 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "No, I didn't get close enough." Cloak replies to Dagger before he wraps her in his cloak and disappears. Moments later, they reappear closer to the car and putting Dagger in better firing range of Victor. While she picks a fight with the primal-looking mutant at the heels of the Woman, Cloak is tracking where the Diplomat has dove for. In a rush of cold air he's gone again and appearing at the end of the parked cars. With purposeful strides, he begins to approach the hiding man with a snarl pulled back on his face. "You can't hide from me." Is the only warning he gives before he's lunging for the man with full intent to sweep him up in that bottomless void hidden under the swept-open cloak. 

:'''{{#var:197|Mystique (197)}} has posed:''' Raven keeps up that easy stroll, heels clicking upon the pavement as she turns a sidelong glance towards Victor. "Victor. Let's not make Mystique your collateral damage. We do have shit to do tomorrow." Though, that was clearly a joke, one that has her chuckling quietly and stopping. She thought she heard something. With a glance down the dark alley, she nearly walks that way.. but whatever phantoms were there, they were gone. She shakes her head, keeping up that pace, not bothering to look over her shoulder at the commotion they left behind. "What are you doing in this area?" It takes nerves of steel to ignore the fact that one of the trucks were disabled. Most of the men in the shipyard were downed, but with two of the trucks gone from the area, that could be considered a success. Order in abundance, they say. Prepare for the worst.. but there was going to be a problem with all of those bodies that were left behind at the shipyard. "Let me see your phone." As Tyrone goes searching, especially near the area where the Diplomat could have been seen dropping out of his car, he'd find nothing but empty space. The bastard was already gone. 

:'''{{#var:787|Victor Creed (787)}} has posed:''' Victor Creed takes the blade from Tandy because he doesn't see any reason to dodge it. He lets it hit him and he laughs for a moment, then feels the aftershock of that holy light burning inside him, "What the...?!?" he mutters and then bends double, letting out an animalistic snarl as raw pain shoots through him. Dagger's attacked some dark souls in her life, but Victor Creed is a different sort of beast, a killer who's drowned the world in blood for over a hundred years. He has a lot of corruption to burn off. And a high tolerance for pain. "I actually felt that, little girl. Bad luck for you. Not so long ago, OI'd strew yer guts across the water just for lookin' at me funny 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "You'll feel a lot more if you fuck around with one of our missions ever again. You're lucky my partner doesn't drain you of your light and feast upon your soul. He's starving, but we already have a meal." Dagger fires back at Victor as a pair of long light blades appears in her hands, curving as if they were katanas. She glows brighty like an angel of fury. "Cloak! Let's get these guys and the merch and get out of here. Once we get what we need, we'll drop them off at the authorities." As she hears one of the men moaning from the ground, she sends a hard kick into his chin, knocking him unconsious with a thud. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Cloak pounces on air. Cheated again. Frustration boiling over, he disappears once more and returns to Tandy at her call. "We didn't get all we came for, but there'll be a few less pieces of trash tonight." He doesn't sound satisfied by that at all, but that's also nothing new. "But we'll need to remember them for another time. Come on, let's clean this up." And making sure that Dagger is close, he'll begin the process of grabbing up downed men. It'll be a short trip for them in the Dark Dimension, but even a few minutes in there is an eternity. "We can leave that one." A wave of his hand is sent towards Deadpool there on the ground. 
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13386/Welcome to the rest of your life

2021-05-27T21:49:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' After a brief introduction and offer was made, Tony ensured that all the paperwork was received and processed - which is really a long and boring detail he usually leaves to someone else. It's when he's told that it's all been finalized that he makes the call to let one Jeremy Statton know he'd like to hold a meeting with the kid. Date and time set, at his office, he'll be led there or shown how to get there some way or another. Different from last time where Tony had been stalking around a holoimage of his Iron Man suit, trying to make improvises and changes, he's now got files and folders up in front of him. A whole profile being made for Jeremy that needs some holes filled. Not bad holes. Specific holes. Like the what, when, and wheres of Jeremy's official positioning at Stark Industries. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he steps into the office, Jeremy is dressed in a pair of fresh black pants and a green polo. No Goth stuff. To him, this is a professional meeting. At some point he will get a haircut, but for now, his black hair just settles past his shoulders and pulled back behind his ears. He gives a light clear of his throat, lifting a hand upwards to greet the golden Avenger. << Hello Mister Stark. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. The paperwork went well. >> 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "Hello Jeremy. Jeremy's fine right?" Tony asks while looking over the files in front of him still and then pulls up the file with picture, name, most common information. "Mister Stark was my father. Call me Tony." This much more said before he finally looks over and gives a sort of half smirk. "Yep. All the paperwork went well, got it all in. So I wanted to meet with you and get an idea of where your passions actually lie. Where do you see yourself thriving here at Stark Industries? Any thoughts on that yet or, do you want me to just toss you somewhere and see if you stick?" Like checking if pasta is properly cooked or something. It won't hurt. Much. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of his head, Jeremy takes a seat in front of him, folding one leg over the other, then settles his hands over the top of his knees. He gives a bright smile to him. << You can call me Jeremy, sir. >> As he listens to the questions, he tilts his head to one side slowly, giving a squeeze of his phone. << I would like to see myself in the research and development department. I really enjoy testing, calibrating and documenting results. Creating a hypothesis and then executing upon it is one of my passions. I am willing to work myself into that department from wherever you put me at. I understand that I am coming in as an intern while I attend college. >> He taps his fingers together a few times as he holds the phone in his palms. He tries to maintain eye contact but his gaze always drifts off and to the side instinctively. <> 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark gives a bit of a nod. "Technology is like your thing though right? I mean you calculated what I could do with the suit in about the same time if not a little faster than what JARVIS could have done..." Yeah. Tony noticed that. "If R and D is where you'd like to end up, I don't see a reason with you starting there. Getting your feet wet. Coming up with ideas and helping the team out. We focus less on weapons these days though. More on prevention. Defense. Clean energy. Things like that. If you think that'll be a good fit for you..." This is all explained to a young man standing in Tony's office, the two having a casual conversation slash interview slash meeting sort of thing. Tony's taking on a new intern, and despite how stoic he seems outwardly, inwardly he couldn't be happier, really. "I might pull you here and there for other little side projects if I feel like you'd be a good fit for them as well. Would that work?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << If you see me being a better fit, I will go wherever you wish to place me. >> The young man's voice is coming out of his phone as his thumbs brush along the glass screen here and there. The voice is modulated to be masculine, but young. It still has a digital imprint to it. << I love technology of all types, as long as the conversations with it is interesting. Your suit has a challenging personality and I enjoyed talking to it. I told him what your goals were and he gave me the solution himself. >> He spins the phone around slowly in his hands as he stares at the ground and off to the left, slowly blinking his eyes as he does. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark nods to Jeremy, and watches him for a moment longer before looking back to the holoimages in front of him. "Not really fitting you anywhere else. Officially you'll be with research, and sometimes might bring you on projects that might need a special mind or few to work on them." He offers and then drops the holoimages before moving to his desk to sit down, and motions to the chairs in front of his desk. "Care to sit?" A moment longer and then he taps fingers on the desk before offering, "Like recently I went and collected data from New Asgard...they recently launched a ship into orbit to then launch something else out into space somewhere. I forget the specifics... but... I got some decent readings of their specs, their technologies and such. Sat down with a small group a few days after. We're going to be working on combining tech and magic, and I get to go look at their Master Forge...if you think looking over what I got initially would be something you'd see interest in." A smirk. "Otherwise, I'm sure R&D has a few projects to bring you in on." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he listens, Jeremy continues to tap his fingers along the phone in his hands. Once seated, he looks curious at the talk of Asgard and their technology being infused with magic. He gives another round of slow blinks, then squeezes his phone again tightly. << That sounds interesting. I do not know anything about magic, Asgardian or otherwise, but I would be willing to take a look at anything you feel I could offer insight on. The technology has to be networked and linked to a signal for me to communicate with it. >> 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "Well, we can get you to talk to the data that was gathered on our database right?" Tony inquires, gently as he goes, because he's trying to understand how things with Jeremy work. "You said you talked to my suit. Called it a he. Does he have a name? Is it not JARVIS?" Again, he could be teasing, but he's likely not. Either way. "Further, has Shield gotten back to you about that payment issue?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << No, Shield has not got back to me. I am not too worried about it. >> Jeremy gives a glance about the room slowly, as if his dark eyes was tracking something through the air before they settle once more upon Tony. He gives a smile to him and nods his head. << Yes. JARVIS. We had a nice talk. I made sure not to interface with the rest of your network, though I don't think it would be easy for me. You have an incredible set of firewalls and defenses implemented. It could probably take me a few hours and a large headache. >> He taps his fingers a few more times along the phone, spinning it around. << But, yes, I can speak with the data if you upload it into a database and the network grants me permission. It's easier if you do that, instead of me trying to convince it. >> 

:'''{{#var:338|Bruce Banner (338)}} has posed:''' It'd be funny if it wasn't so... Bruce. The way the door opens just as the intercom to the desk outside is keyed, and in comes a distracted looking Bruce Banner wearing a lab coat, looking at a tablet filled with notes. "Tony, I need the-" He looks up, finally, and notices Jeremy there. In the office. "Oh." Is all he says, "is this a bad time?" His tone is awkward and more than a little shy as he asks. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "I'm about ready to just give you the funds anyway and they can deal with me." Tony remarks sideways and then he listens more. "Well, I'm glad you can ensure that my stuff is sorely protected so no one random can get into the systems. Anyway, yeah, I can work on all that. We'll make sure you can just have access and talk to it all. I'd really like your input on it though, and to help with the talks between us, Asgard, and... I think SHIELD was invovled. Maybe." He shrugs, mostly because he doesn't care. About to say something else when the door opens and Bruce walks in. "Banner. Not a bad time at all. What's up?" Then. "Ah, Jeremy Statton, meet Bruce Banner. Jeremy here is a new intern for me, but he's really tech savvy." The understatement of the century for Jeremy, likely. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Turning about in the seat, Jeremy's eyes widen at the sight of Bruce Banner. The Hulk. The Green Machine. The 'I will shit all over you with my fists if I get angry' guy. He straightens up a bit more as his hands give a harder squeeze of his phone. << Hello Doctor Banner, sir. >> The voice comes out of the speakers of his phone in a respectful modulation. << It is an honor to meet you. >> 

:'''{{#var:338|Bruce Banner (338)}} has posed:''' There's a glance from Tony. To Jeremy, back to Tony. Then, he shrugs slightly, his shoulders hunching a bit, "I have a series of trials to run and a mobile lab won't work. I was hoping the main bio-lab would be open for the next week." It's a bit of a hushed tone, as if he's afraid he's interrupting something. Then again, Bruce has never been very social. Especially since The Other Guys relationship with him went public; something about being a raw merve with a rage monster awaiting inside tends to kill conversations... which has made the already socially awkward scientist even worse over the last few years since the Avengers went mainstream. His eyes, however, go to the phone, then to Jeremy. "That was real time syncing of a mental voice. There's no possible way you could have prepared for me before this since I didn't know I'd be here until ten minutes ago." Bruce looks to Tony, "Technopath?" 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark looks between Bruce and Jeremy for a moment and then shakes his head. "Well, autistic. But also yes." This much offered and then he pulls up what looks like a very detailed scheduler, flipping through some files before giving a nod of his head. "Bio-lab's open, so if you want it for a week or so, it's yours." He fills in the dates, even giving a little bit longer than a week. "I shouldn't have anything that needs running there, so you'll have it all to yourself, big guy." That said and then he seems to think on something else and with a few more swipes, swishes and numbers punched, Jeremy will find that a substantial deposit has been made in his account. "Oh. MIT. Schooling. Yes. You need a place to live and such right? Did we already discuss that? I mean it's done, but you'll likely need to see someone about keys..." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of his head, Jeremy looks towards Bruce, then back to Tony. He gives a few slow blinks of his dark eyes as he lifts a hand and rubs the back of his neck. His fingernails are painted black as it works through his dark hair. << Yes, I am a mutant technopath. I can communicate and integrate myself within networked based technologies and gain complete control over them. I can also see several billion IP addresses floating around the room. Each of them have a distinct personality. Some of them complain very loudly. >> As he glances back towards Tony, he gives another squeeze of his phone, nodding his head. << Yes, MIT and residency is what we discussed earlier per our terms of employment. I have a kitten. Is that okay? >> 

:'''{{#var:338|Bruce Banner (338)}} has posed:''' "I see all kinds in my travels. Tony is a bit eccentric, but his heart is in the right place, you'll be fine with him." Bruce informs Jeremy. Clearly, Bruce is still a bit thrown off though, with his demeanor still shy, "I'll probably see you around." A glance back to Tony, his glasses adjusted. "I'll talk with you on details later Tony." Bruce looks to Jeremy, gives a friendly nod, then starts heading back out the door, "I'll be in the labs if you need me." 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark nods to Jeremy. "A kitten is fine. S'long as you take care of it. I don't have an issue. It's your apartment, I'm just supplying it to you. I don't care if you turn it into a technophobe's paradise. Or a coffin." This and then he smiles. "Yeah Bruce, I'll come down and check in on you soon. Just lemme finish with the kid." Which he does, getting this and that all sorted for the time being. 
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13383/Danger Room: Spyder Byte final assessment

2021-05-26T21:32:49Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' It's nearly graduation time and the outgoing seniors all get a final assessment in the Danger Room before they take that final walk in their cap and gown. As the sole member of the New Mutants that is graduating this year, his test is designed to be a comprehensive study in all that he has learned at his time in Xavier's. Some would think that this would be an interesting session. Jeremy has been a bit of a social outcast his entire life. A coward. Autistic. A shadow. But as the doors open to reveal the young man, there is someone 'different' this time that passes through the door. A little bit Neo, a little bit Darth Maul, a little bit Daft Punk. The 'uniform' that Spyder Byte has chosen for himself is a large black hood that covers the top of his head, as well as what appears to be a long sleeved pleated black shirt with armor plates along his elbows. He wear black 'stacked' styled pants tucked into black combat boots, fingerless black gloves and a black utility belt with a red 'X' logo on the buckle. His face is unseen from beneath the black hood, that is until a flicker of light can be seen, neon green. Instead of his face, a digital LED mask appears in the image of a sugar skull, a sign of the Los Muertos gang. As he pauses in the middle of the Danger Room, he gives a glance upwards towards the control booth, shifting the weight of a bag over his shoulders. It's a tactical laptop style, slim and armored. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby (822)}} has posed:''' "Alright, Spyder Byte," Bobby says from the control room. "You know how this works. Things will happen, you'll react to them and make sure you can handle what you come up against. Nice uniform, by the way. It's dope. Fits you very well." He looks around the danger room from his position in the control booth, making sure everything looks ready to go. "Let us know when you're ready to begin." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "He looked good at prom too." Rogue offers, settling next to Bobby in the control room, spinning in her chair for a moment. "Don't go easy on him either..." She says this much and then starts to spin around the other way. "Otherwise this is going to be a very boring day and I really don't want a very boring day so just throw the whole fucking book at him cause he can handle it." Then she grins and leans in to offer up, "Good luck, Spyder Byte. We're all rootin' for ya." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is standing back in the corner of the control room. He has been one of the ones to work most with the new mutants, and is letting others give them their test, not wanting to be biased. He does smile a bit listening to the two X-men remembering Jeremy when he first got here, and looking at the progress he has made. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Word had reached Shannon via the little blinking green icon that had once appeared on her phone all those months ago. Again, it made its appearance, letting her know of her teammate's final assessment. There was no way in hell she was going to miss out on this one. Despite not needing it, she arrives in the control room, wearing her yellow and black 'bumblebees' as a show of support, lugging what might otherwise be mistaken for a box of wine, except it seems to be marked 'Box O'Joe' with familiar, friendly round lettering, a few large boxes of what turns out to be assorted donuts from a familiar American institution of the breakfast arts, and a cheer. "Go get 'em, Jer! You've got this!" Coffee and pastries are shared all around to those present who wished it--and she's not shy about partaking, either. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he stares up at the control booth, Spyder Byte listens to the voices through the intercom. He keeps himself rigid as the room grows dark, then opens up once more into the middle of Hell's Kitchen. Thunder rumbles over head in the air, followed by flashes of quick lightning. The neighborhood is painted in bright neon lights and bonfires of the run down bar district. The air has a chill in it, the environment set into the middle of Fall. The sparse number of trees around have brown and gold leaves, most of which has fallen to the ground and the smell of rain hangs in the air. The green glow of his mask flickers beneath his hood as he starts down the street, sweeping his eyes left to right. Down the street, a scream can be heard, a woman yelling for help, followed by the laughter of several young men. There is the sight of a woman in a black dress being dragged into an alley and swallowed by shadows as she screams once more for help. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby (822)}} has posed:''' "We'll load the program called 'Seven Sentinels', then. That should be a good workout," says Bobby to Rogue with a big smile on his face. "Or maybe 'Sabretooth On a Rabid Sabretooth'." As Shannon appears with goodies Drake looks at her and grins, "Thank you." He's quick to grab a snack and readies himself to press the control room's buttons to get things going. Once things kick off the X-Man keeps quiet to allow himself to focus. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods to Shannon taking a cup of coffee, but keeps his eyes on the reading and the screen where he can see Jeremy's progress. He will watch not only for how well the young man does, but looking for surprises Jeremy will be throwing at them as they throw them at him. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Seven Sentinels? He'll have them all powered down in five minutes if that..." Rogue comments with a chuckle and then she shrugs. "Whatever you wanna do... maybe we can fiddle with signals or something...throw him off a bit." Then she glances over to Shannon and the treats she brought. "Mmn, too bad this can't be a team test." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon just crosses her arms and laughs softly, shaking her head. "Got too much work to do with Dr. McCoy on my other gifts before I'm anywhere near ready for something like this," she murmurs in reply, settling her wings flat against her back with a little ruffle and flick. "Besides, with half the shit I've seen Jeremy do, I'd be surprised if he didn't turn the Danger Room into his personal playground inside of five minutes, and make those Sentinels dance the Macarena." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' While the group upstairs talks about Sentinels, Spyder Byte tracks the screaming woman as she is dragged into the alley by a pair of men. She begs for her life, her voice ripping through the neighborhood with terror in her voice. Hell's Kitchen is a black hole for young women. A Bermuda's Triangle for lost souls. He starts forward, but not at a run, but at a quick pace as his footsteps echo upon the wet pavement of the sidewalk. Down the street a digital billboard flickers to life as it patches into a camera feed across the street, revealing the contents of the alley. The woman is pushed up against the wall with a hand on her throat, her hands fists scrambling and trying to peek the strong fingers away. The large man holds a blade in his hand, while the other has a gun to her head. "Get her pearls, Robbie and shut her up." "You heard the man, shut the fuck up." The man holding the pistol slaps her across the head with it, causing her to scream out in pain, followed by a muffled sobbing. Her necklace is snatched off with a hard yank and shoved into his jacket. "Maybe we should have a bit of fun, whatcha think, eh'?" The knife man says with a sneer as he leans in closer. As the hooded young man stares at the billboard as he makes his way to the alley, he steps into the mouth as his faceplate glows brighter. From behind his mask, a modulated voice can be heard in a mechanical, robotic voice. << Let the girl go. >> As the two men stop and stare at the new figure, they take a few moments, then begin to laugh in hysterics. "The fuck are you? Get a load of this asshole." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby (822)}} has posed:''' "Figured I'd give him a challenge with this one, see how he does," Bobby says to the rest of the control room. "Bring him somewhere he might need to think outside of the box, do something unusual." He pours himself some coffee to wash down his pastry as he watches Jeremy, seeing how he conducts himself in the Danger Room. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue nods. "Makes sense..." She offers and then spins in her chair a bit more. "Hell's Kitchen is certainly a place for that. Rules are a bit more..." She wiggles her arms. "Fluid." Then she chuckles and continues watching. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and does check to see if there is any trace of Jeremy tapping into the computers controlling the Danger room, or if he is keeping himself to the "on site" computers. Sam knows the bigger network might be tempting but also believes the kid will take the test seriously. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon leans forward, watching as the scenario unfolds. A knowing smile spreads slowly across her face; she'd seen him pull this sort of thing before, just remotely from the other side of a computer screen. Her eyes flick up to the billboard and she chuckles. "Mhm. Five minutes, tops. Those goons will be soiling themselves and running back to their mommies." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As far as anyone knows, Jeremy is letting the simulation go on it's own. He's not tapping into any of the networks of the Danger Room itself outside of the parameters set. As he stares at the two men in the alley, he takes a few steps backwards as the gunman starts to approach, brandishing his pistol towards him threateningly. The man with the knife still holds the sobbing woman against the wall. As rain begins to fall from the sky to slick the ground, another peel of lightning can be heard screaming through the dark clouds. When the gunman raises his weapon towards the head of the young hero, a ringing can be heard from his pocket. A phone. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Keeping the gun trained, he reaches into his pocket to pull it out, then raises it up to his ear to listen. ".. Hello? I'm busy here." << Look to your left. >> The man glances to the left, just in time to get hit with an electric car without a driver behind the wheel. The electric engines barely make a sound these days as it peeled around the corner at a fast velocity. The man goes flying, hitting the pavement a few times with a skid and a sickening crunch. Leaning down, Spyder Byte picks up the gun and stares at it, then starts back for the alley as the digital billboard down the street cuts out. << Let her go. >> "Holy shit.. Shit... shit.... shit..." The man's eyes are bugged out as he pushes the woman forward, taking a few steps back as he holds the knife in front of him. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby (822)}} has posed:''' "There you go, Spyder Byte," Iceman says as he watches how handily Jeremy takes out the first of the bad guys. "Don't get cocky." He types away on the controls, checking between them and watching the goings on in the danger room with his own eyes. "I wonder what he's going to do next." A glance is given over to the guy who just got run over, then back to the rest of the action. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Wandering into the control room from the outside, the angelic winged mutant whose moniker reflects the look of his wings as well as his features makes his way inside. He stops short, seeing all those gathered and glances at his watch for a moment before looking to all the other faces. "I really need to sync up my calendar to what is going on in this place. I didn't know anything was scheduled. What's going on?" comments Warren as he peers out the windows into the main danger room itself. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue motions and smiles. "Final test for one of our soon to be graduates, Jeremy Statton." Looking to Warren with a smile, but it's quick to fade as a flash of something clouds her face. She turns back to the monitors quickly. Iceman's compliment and warning to Jeremy gains a nod and then she leans forward a bit. "Dunno. I would almost suggest a knife fight's more dangerous than a gunfight, but... we'll see." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over, and says "AM thinking either a distraction from one of the nearby billboards, or perhaps controlling the lights, to incite vetigo or something along those lines. He will keep his hands clean if possible." He tells the others. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' A knife fight is definitely more dangerous than a gun fight, in some regards. Except, Jeremy is the one holding the gun right now. As the hooded figure makes his way forward, the green led face plate glances towards the scared woman who shrinks back away from him. He steps to the side, letting her have the exit as she scurries past him. The man with the knife continues to back peddle as the cloaked figure advances through the dark. Raising the pistol upwards, his head tilts to one side, then gives a loud 'click'. Instead of firing, he had popped the chamber of the weapon free, tilting it upwards so that the bullets fall upon the ground at his feet in a clatter of brass. << Bang. >> Instead of shooting him, the phone in the man's front pocket begins to grow warm, followed by a small detonation as a fireball erupts. The man lets out a loud scream as he clutches at his leg, feeling glass and hard plastic embedded into his skin that tore it's way through the denim. Lithium Ion batteries are a bitch when they erupt and the failsafe actually fails. All he had to do was convince the computer inside to run harder, to push it beyond it's limits. <> He reaches down and grabs the pearls out of the man's pocket, then kicks the knife to the side before he starts back down the alley to the street. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby (822)}} has posed:''' "There's a thing called the Tueller drill, where if someone's got a knife and they're close enough they can get to you before you can draw a gun," Bobby confirms when Rogue mentions that knife fights can be dangerous. As Jeremy handles the guy rather deftly, Drake nods his head approvingly and has another drink from his coffee. Looking towards Warren he grins, "You're just in time. Kid handled himself pretty well, didn't he?" 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' "Time for the unexpected, Bobby. Toss in a member of the Hand and a blackout. Someone who doesn't have anything electronic on them. I want to see how he handles something when he is at a clear disadvantage and can't rely on his powers," Warren comments, giving Bobby a look. "Ancient Japan should do wonders for that." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, he can do damn well for himself for the tools he's got to work with." Rogue offers and then motions to Warren. "Warren's got the best idea we can come up with for a second round. Lots of times where we gotta think on our feet, and odds are against us. I think that's certainly a good test for him." She looks to the monitors then and shrugs. "No warning either..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the bunch and says "Saw the gun knife thing on a tv show, if your going to try it make sure not a ditch between you and the gun guy." He listens to ideas, and says "It may give him a moment hesitation like going from a busy room to near total science. Last year this time, it would have took him down, but I think he can handle it. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Warren leans over Bobby and presses a button on the console, "Run program Logan 34126-b. Threat level, medium. Lethality, low. Authorization, Archangel 7723." A computerized voice pipes up in the control room with a monotone "Acknowledged, voice pattern accepted." Suddenly without warning the lights in the Danger Room go out, dropping the room into total darkness for a minute before the flicker of torchlight starts to brighten up the room. The scene has changed from the urban streets to that of a courtyard within the walls of a old Japanese castle. Firelight flickers off torches spaced evenly around the parameter walls, casting shadows that move with the fire as it burns. In the courtyard are three figures, each dressed head to toe in black with only the eyes visible as they focus on Jeremy and narrow. One of the figures slowly pulls out a Ninja-to from a scabbard across their back. One notches an arrow in their bow. The third starts to approach cautiously with a naginata leveled at chest height, the threatening end gleaming in the firelight as it points towards Jeremy. With only the briefest of pause, they attack. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Welp. It was nice knowing you all. When it comes to mutant powers, Jeremy's is unrivaled in the year of twenty twenty-nine. In feudal Japan? He's just an eighteen year old kid in a black hood and a funky digital mask. He feels the connection to his phone disappear, as well as the hum and buzz of Hell's Kitchen's network and connectivity that swims around. All he has now for the first time in years, is his own thoughts. He freezes up instantly, though whatever look he may have on his face is hidden behind his mask. His shoulders drop as his laptop back slides down his arms, catching the strap with one hand as he finally starts to move, backpeddling himself quickly. The man with the naginata lunges forward and he steps to one side, then swings out his back and clocks the man on the side of the head. His motions are wild, but the bag is fortified in carbon fiber and he has two laptops inside. It's heavy, and it's going to hurt. Soon as he clanks the bag off the head, he breaks into a run, going in the opposite direction. Shit-Shit-Shit-Shit. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby (822)}} has posed:''' Bobby starts typing away, getting the machines ready for round two. No sense in giving Jeremy too much time to recover before throwing the next threat his way, "Alright, Warren. We can see what he's got going for him. Ninjas can be quite a handful." A glance is given to Sam, "Here's hoping he manages this okay." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue watches, leaning forward a bit as she sees Jeremy thunk a ninja in the head and then takes off running...in the opposite direction. "If he's going to think on his feet, he'll need things to think with that aren't his laptops which he'll figure useless." She doesn't push any buttons yet, however, and instead she stands and leans in to watch things a bit more closely. "I'm surprised he hasn't flipped off a camera yet tho.." She smirks at that. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the others and says "I am expecting given a moment to think he will find a way to use his laptops to scare them, or maybe take control of the room. So far he has been good not doing that." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' The amount of confidence that people have in Jeremy right now is hilarious. He is running for his life, clinging to his laptop bag in one hand. Anyone who has reviewed his combat scores would know that he is woefully well below most normal thresholds. While his IQ is off the charts in analytical and critical thinking, his physical skills are still barely a step above 'kick ball picked last.' As he barrels through the courtyard, he sweeps his eyes left to right, then slides a bit along his feet as he jerks himself to the left. He is huffing loudly as he goes, wobbling from the weight of his bag in one hand that he is trying to sweep around his shoulder. The courtyard opens into a market as he looks to duck and bob through a crowd of shopkeeps and customers, causing people to yell loudly in confusion. THUNK. An arrow buries itself a few feet from his head, causing him to duck and cover himself with his arms. As he moves through the crowd of people, he looks to keep himself small, bending himself forward to try and not only put distance, but to blend into the crowds. As he passes by a meat stall, he snags a carving knife as he moves, clutching it in his hand as he moves. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Warren glances over to Sam, "If he tries to alter the room, I would call that cheating. You can't alter reality, and this is supposed to be 'real'. Just because it is in the danger room, doesn't give him cart blanche to manipulate the computers." Warren turns to watch the situation through the windows of the control room, "Yeah, that's right Jer. Use what is available. If there are no opportunities...make them." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue actually seems to fret a little. "He's a lot out of his comfort zone, are we sure he's got this?" She says this before watching Jer grab that knife and move onwards. By now she's standing and so she moves to lean up against a wall, folding arms over her chest. "I don't think he'll cheat...just hope he finds the solution." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to the others and says "Yea it might be but he is more looking at proving his abilities, he is not looking to join up with the X-men. So hopfully he will encounter time jumping a lot less often than we will." He looks over towards the screens and says "It is good for him to be prepared, but think he would be more likely to encounter an emp gernade. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As Jeremy tries to put distance between himself and the last two combatants, he is using the crowd of the market to dip and dive in and out. At some point during his run he loses his mask, followed by his hood. His jet black hair is sprawled out across his shoulders. The mask is left behind on the ground in one spot, the hood in another. A piece of clothing is snatched from a stall, throwing it over his person. It's a subdued tone of colors, white and yellow, much like a robe. When he slips over a couple of barrels and back into the crowd, he keeps his head down, his hair covering his face as he waits patiently, just breathing for the moment. When the archer makes his way through, he tilts his head just slightly to one side as he keeps behind a small family. He waits, watching, and then just as he passes, he steps out behind him, throwing a forward kick into the back of his leg to cause him to stumble forward. The carving knife latches out, driving it into the side of the man's neck as blood spurts out in a wild arc. That is when the screaming starts. The man starts yelling loudly in Japanese for a few seconds before he tugs the blade free and drops the body to the ground. The young Goth gets only a few seconds of self-reward before he finds a sword sticking out of his chest from behind, followed by a loud 'gurk!' as he stumbles forward to his knees, wheezing as the simulation starts to end. At least he lasted longer than he thought he would. Two on one odds is a challenge, but when they're trained Japanese warriors? He never had a chance. 

:'''{{#var:182|Warren Worthington (182)}} has posed:''' Warren watches quietly, making a low 'hrmm'ing noise to himself as he watches the brutality with the knife, not that he has room to speak on using lethal force these days. There is that side of him that relishes in the bloodshed. As Jeremy falls, Warren taps a few things out on the keyboard and the room reverts to it's normal non-active state as the holograms fade. "Not bad, kid," Warren says as he hits the button that activates the speakers in the room below. "Looks like you need to train a bit more on non-powered combat though." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Crap. Jeremy was at a clear disadvantage here, as the scenery changed to ancient... Japan? Crossing her arms over her chest, Shannon steps a little closer to the control room windows, to get a better look at the melee down below. "Come on, make your environment work for you," she mutters, looking rather pleased as he keeps pushing forward, and finding a means to arm himself. He was no warrior in the traditional sense, that she knew very well. Getting him to go with her on morning walks or runs was sometimes a bit of a challenge.      But he went. He didn't give up. And he wasn't giving up here, either.      A smile of pride spread slowly across the winged teen's face as she watches the scene below play out, only wincing when Jeremy became a Byte-size shishka-Spyder. "Ooof. Took a second too long there. Still... did better than I would have."      She smiles, nodding with satisfaction and pride at her teammate's performance. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I think it was enough. Not all of us are combat savvy..." Rogue offers this much before she lifts her shoulders in a shrug. She then activates the speakers, "Good job, Spyder Byte. I agree with Warren. Little more non-tech combat training will do you some good." Then she steps back, looks around and turns to head out of the control room, off to who knows where at this point. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Once the world melts away to leave behind the metal spherical Danger Room, Jeremy is back in his uniform, mask and hood. The rest of that was just a simulation. He pushes himself up to his feet and pats himself down on the ches ta few times, then lets out a heavy breath. He's not dead. Glancing upwards to the control room, he stares at the booth for a long moment behind the glowing green mask, then lifts up a hand to give them a thumbs up. He's okay! He is totally not panicked behind his mask. Sliding his phone off the holster on his shoulder, he connects to the signal in the room once more, then pulls up his evaluation and score. He turns and heads for the doors that swish open, shoulders dropping down a bit. 
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12832/A new case

2021-05-26T15:10:19Z

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|Location=Backstage (Robin's Roost), Monarch Theatre
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake comes riding back into the roost after having been called in to talk to Bruce. He has a package on the back of the bike. He pulls up to the rack his bike is stored in. After climbing off the bike and hanging his helmet up, he will take the package from the back of the bike, and calls out "You here hon?" As he moves to head up towards the other levels of the Roost. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Phoebe comes through the entrance to the garage, her hair pulled up in a poodle puff duo again. She gives a smile as she decends into the garage, and goes to her toes to kiss Tim's cheek.     "Hey there, handsome." she greets him, stretching her shoulders a bit. "Just got in from work." ... because she refuses to let Tim spoil her. She still works at the coffee place. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake kisses her back, and says "Just had to go get filled in on a new case, and had dinner. Brought you some chicken marsala, Alfred made sure got you a full plate, and in a heat bag so should still be as fresh as possible." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "Someday I am going up there specifically to see Alfred and tell him exactly what I think of his cooking. With hearty thanks." Phoebe gives a smile to Tim, as she leans against one of the work benches, accepting the package from Tim and setting it down to open it up.     "What's the new case?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles a bit and says "He does take care of us all, in so many ways. Well we are not sure exactly. So far we know there is a building with some shipping containers under it. They are filled with some enhanced mulch. It seems to be being used as a body dump. The stuff can get rid of a body in three days, and we are not sure how long it has been there. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "... enhanced mulch?" the girl questions, and her lips purse. She draws out a little packet with cutlery and a napkin neatly folded in it (Alfred really does think of everything), and she breathes out as she considers.     "How many shipping containers? Does the loading dock have cameras? I'm sure you've already checked them." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake says, "It is an Apartment building been there for decades, we are not sure how it got there yet. Batman found it and found some cloth there, seems takes the stuff longer to go through cloth. Batgirl is looking into the stuff, seeing if we can find who made it any tracers in it." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "All right, so first we gotta determine who owns the containers. Most places just rent them out -- any sort of descernable markings on them? Codes? ... what kinda stuff is in this mulch that makes it eat bodies?" she questions. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake nods and says "As well, as who owns the building, if they were able to be put there in normal manners or if there was special methods used to put them there. I am going to see if there have been more missing people in the block or two around it compared to every few blocks for about 10 blocks out. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "I can talk to some of the homeless groups I know, see if they're missing anyone." Phoebe offers quietly, stirring the marsala as she considers.     "Looks like we've got a long night ahead of us then." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake nods a bit and says "Probably a long week or two, it is not going to be an easy one. " He offers her a smile and says "BAbs gets any info she will pass it on to us and vice versa. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "So what you're saying is that I should quit my luxurious life of serving lattes to Wayne Tech employees and just work for Wayne Tech under R&D, right?" Phoebe jokes quietly, and she looks downa moment.     "I'll find out what I can." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake chuckles a bit and says "Only if you want to hon, I am just letting you know probably have a few long nights looking into things." He leans in and kisses her cheek "It maybe waiting a bit getting some of the chemical results and such too." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "I know, I know, I just feel like it's rude to rely on you for an allowance. Not to mention I miss out on all the free coffee" Phoebe tries to keep the conversation light, leaning against Tim as she eats.     Alfred was really the best cook she knew. She was already spoiled by proxy. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake smiles and says "Well, think about it this way, if you were getting paid for what you do at night I am sure we would owe ya a lot more." He pauses and says "Ok, something just dawned on me, you may work for Wayne tech already." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Phoebe pauses, with her fork full of chicken marsala half way to her mouth.     It takes a lot for her to eat something that's not in her normal realm, but she makes excuses for Alfred's cooking.     "What do you mean I might work for Wayne Tech already?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks to herm and says "Well, you know who the boss is and he knows who you are. I aint checked, but I would give it 50/50 odds, he may have bought the coffee place. I could be just being paranoid, but it would not surprise me." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "I think in our field of work it's called 'hypervigilance'." Phoebe gives Tim the benefit of the doubt, and she frowns.     "... that would be a level of protection and concern that I... don't really expect from anyone. Is that weird?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks to her, and says "No, it is not something most people would do, but it is something he would do. He is the whole dark and brooding but when your part of the family he does care even if at times he has issues showing it 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "Probably more to protect you. He hasn't spoken five words to me strung together yet -- but I get it. He's a busy man." Phoebe gives a small smile. "My mom still thinks she's going to get him to come over for a family dinner night." she points out with a small grin. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake grins and says "Oh he will I am sure, and he will have her over and try to seem normalish. Your family now hon. He did mention bringing you in on this, so your part of the team. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "Provisional, I'm sure." Phoebe lilts, sticking her tongue out at Tim before she shifts her weight.     "Bruce Wayne being normal isn't something I considered." she admits. "... being Batman even less so." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake chuckles a bit more and says "Well, normal for him in more Batman, but he has seen how normal folks act and he has striven to be able to fit in where ever he needs to. Showing what is expected of him most of the time 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "Is that why you're all so aloof at parties?" Phoebe inquires gently, with a little smile. "Because that's what's expected?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake nods a bit and says "Somewhat yea, it is like the superhero collection up stairs. It can be used to explain why Tim Drake is seen around known heroes if need be." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "Not just that you like collecting nerd stuff." Phoebe gives a smile, and rubs the back of her neck and she shakes her head a moment. "Well. At least I know I'm working for one of the good guys and not a sleazy CEO." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake nods his head a bit to this "Yea, but then again he may not of yet, I aint checked yet, do you want me to look into it? 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "No, no, I'll... probably end up putting in a notice. Because man, serving coffee... maybe I can get something else..." Phoebe trails off. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks to her, and says "Your open for working with me hon, I will make sure your doing real work not just drawing a check. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "I know, still feels like cheating somehow." Phoebe states. "I mean, you already do so much for me Tim... haven't you given any thought to what will happen if we... y'know... break up? Do I have to end up giving back everything and getting flashy-thingied like in MIB?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake shakes his head, and says "No, I trust you, if something happens, which I don't see happening, but if it does I trust you not to tell secrets, and why would I take the equipment back, one it does not fit me." He offers a smile, but then a little more serious "And two, even if we were not together I would not want ya hurt. Heck look at Dick and Babs. They are on and off again more often than about anyone I know." 
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13217/Xavier School Prom

2021-05-26T05:25:36Z

Dynamite:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/05/25
|Location=Club Evolution, Mutant Town
|Synopsis=The prom for Xavier's School. Big wins, little wins, new friends, and old ones; a night to celebrate those that matter and the memories made. And dancing. Lots of that. Hank still remembers the Macarena.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Tonight, there is no Club Evolution. There is a forest. Through extensive decoration, the club has been transformed into an evening forest. Pillars line the dance floor like a stand of ancient oaks, with duct work made to look like intertwining branches. Sheets of moss hang down adorned with thousands of twinkling fairy lights like fireflies. Through the branches, a backdrop made to resemble a starry night sky with a large center light giving the appearance of the moon. The trunks are decorated with plants that seem eerily convincing, taking the form of an array of night blossoms that glow with soft twilight light from whites to pinks, purples and blues.  The stage is similarly decorated, with an elaborate archway of faux tree limbs and vines with more twinkling lights. The walls carry the theme to look like the impenetrable walls of a forest thicket, and the tables have been decorated to resemble an assortment of logs and oversized mushrooms carefully underlit in soft gold to provide illumination for walking without detracting. Centerpieces on all of the tables contain the same glowing flowers. Off to one side of the entrance is a photo arch to look like two saplings grown intertwined, covered in vines with glowing flowers and tiny lights that spell out "Prom 2029". There's even some props like flowered crowns, antlers, animal ears, and wings for those who want to jazz up their pictures. A box is nearby with paper for those to vote for the royal pair of the dance. The bar has been opened with an array of non-alcoholic beverages and mocktails, with anything alcoholic disallowed for anyone. There are also snacks to be had such as sandwiches, finger appetizers, fruits of all sorts from mundane to exotic, and of course no shortage of cookies, petit fours, and mousse - everything made to be small, portable, and mostly safe around expensive clothing. The opening speech has already been given and students and chaperones left to mingle and enjoy the evening as they wish. Several school staff members mill around, providing security, escort duties, and supporting the club's staff. Music already fills the air. 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     As one of the higher ups in the school, Alexis is in attendance in the form of a chaperone. Her dark hair was done up with fairy braids and a few glass crystals to catch the light. A pair of diamond solitaires at her ears and a delicate twilight-blue sheath dress with matching shoes completes her demure ensemble -- after all, tonight it's the students' night to shine.     She's just here making sure no one's toes get stepped on and to act as security, drinking a strawberry fizzy water off to the side. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is wearing a rather nice Tux, hey he bought it recently might as well get more use out of it. He is besides Alexis, smiling over at her, a moment, and says softly yo her "Place looks pretty good, almost think they snuck some of the danger room panels in here." He jokes quietly to her. He does watch people as well, as he is a chaperone, and also gotta make sure the club does not have trouble from this too. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Indira may be walking into the club alone, but it is not without style. She is adorned in an elaborately draped saree done in heavy silk the colored of crushed blue velvet as deep as the night sky. A thick edge of metallic gold runs along the edge of the cloth from start to finish and coursing like a wave through the folds and drapes to accentuate neckline and shoulder, diagonal down and around her body to pool at her feet, and down the length of fabric that enrobes her left arm and runs down to drape like a train on the floor. A short, matching gold top provides modesty and a right shoulder covering. Beadwork and embroidery form clumped designs of stylized leaves at various points along the gold border to accentuate her neck, hip, feet, and sleeve. Gold sandals are barely visible on her feet. Her hair is loose and free with curls decorated with subtle golden streaks to match the stack of gold bangles on her exposed bicep and forearm. A headband of thin gold forms a V on her forehead and disappears up into her hairline, with the bottom of the V having a single ornately stamped gold disc hanging between her brows. Wrist-high gloves of a matching blue have a more matte finish, the only part that looks like it was really custom made to fit the ensemble. She's also got on slim, golden shades and carries a golden clutch with a white and navy-striped tiger done up in embroidery on it. Because leave it to Indira to walk into a club with sunglasses on. She's walking with the same regal arrogance as the tiger striding across her purse though her smile is several shades friendlier. "Swanky." She murmurs as she plucks off her sunglasses and secures them in her purse. "Almost can't recognize the place." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Having made her way back to the school earlier to get cleaned up and changed for the evening's festivities, Shannon has returned to the utterly transformed, evolved Evolution, agog at just how much has been accomplished in just a short time. Her dress is almost simplistic in its style, at once modest, sweet, and perhaps just a touch daring at the same time. It's a floor-length a-line dress of glacier blue silk, with a transluscent taffeta overlay of slightly paler hue. The double-layered neckline is fairly low without being immodest beneath, with the taffeta continuing upwards above the lower silk layer beneath, to wrap gently around her neck and offer a bit of modesty. The entire neckline has been hand-stitched with Swarovski crystals that shimmer and give off little rainbows even in the low lighting of the room, as has the lower hem of the skirt. She wears soft, glacier blue flats beneath to complete the ensemble, and simple crystal stud earrings to match. Her hair has been left long and loose, with only the pale blue braid on the left side of her face changed; instead of three silver beads, it bears three Swarovski crystals on the end instead.      Smiling at Alexis and Sam, she pauses to give them each a hug. Too, she waves at Indira as she makes her entrance. This was going to be a good night. Somehow, she just knew it. "I know, right? Can't wait to see how Jay's band does. I've never actually seen them perform live, so this is going to be a treat." 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Over the last few days, which is not much longer than the time he has been at the School, Lucas has noticed the effervescence surrounding the incoming big event, something called a Promotion, usually called the Prom. The notion of a promotion, he quickly understood, although its inherent importance remains vague in his mind. Nonetheless, Lucas did like the other boys, and put on his finest clothes: a brand new plaid flannel shirt offered by Rosie, and a pair of black pants he was told were nice. If anyone told him that this wasn't proper enough, he either didn't hear their comment or its meaning, or just plain disregarded any comment about clothes. Clothes are clothes, and as long as they aren't stained or stinky, they shouldn't be a matter. They sure aren't for Lucas. Of course, Lucas recognizes many faces, if not all, tho he could not remember all their names. The speech was long and meaningless to him, really, although everyone listened almost religiously. Strange event indeed. If it is a tad unsettling for him, Lucas is visibly reassured by the presence of the School staff. And... there is food, of all sorts, things Lucas never saw or tasted. For now, he's browsing the offer, from sandwiches to dessert, and seems to contemplate what to eat first. This is where his attention is turned, until the young man is distracted by Indira's entrance. Then Shannon, and all the girls. To stare at people is wrong, so Lucas quickly turns his eyes back on the food assortment. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' An electric Tesla Limo pulls up out front of the Club, black, with tinted windows. The chaffeaur makes his way around the long vehicle and opens the back door to reveal a trio of students. Out comes Jeremy first, then reaches in with his hand to take Rosie's to help her out, followed by Gray. The Goth today has traded in trench coats, dog collars and chains for something far more dapper. Today, he is wearing a black tuxedo with red piping along the chest that has a neon glow to it, a dark red vest with a matching red tie over his white button down shirt. He even has a red hankerchief in his pocket. Earlier in the day he made sure to give Rosie a corsage and Gray a small boutonniere to wear per tradition. his long black hair is pulled back behind him into a pony tail and bound by a black band. When the doors open to reveal them, he takes a moment to look through the forest, now that it's lit up and full of magical high school wonder. He takes in a deep breath, then reaches out to slide his right hand into Rosie's left, giving a glance past her to Gray with as mile before they start their way forward. There is no point in hiding it anymore. The trio has arrived together as each other's prom date. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Accompanying Jeremy and Gray, Rosie comes up between them. Her sandy blonde hair has been cut manic-pixie short, and is spiked up in a very punk rock look. She has red-to-black ombre sunglasses, and (clip-on) drop earings in sparkling red. Her dress is short, black on top and turning to red about her upper thighs, ending between her knees and ankles in scarlet. The boddice is decorated in loose, almost flower-like designs rendered in crystal and silver threads, with crystals highlighting the boddice and her waist.     OVer this, she is wearing a black shrug, light-weight and bolero-length, to hide the scars on her shoulders and arms.     ARound her neck, she's wearing a black ribbon choker, and on her hands black, satin, wrist-length gloves.     Her black cherry colored lips curl into a smile as she sees the forst!     "Lord Almighty, now that's a trick!" she pronounces in her approval. 

:'''{{#var:9861|Gray (9861)}} has posed:''' Gray, it seems, has actually gone all out as far as his Prom outfit, making sure to at leas somewhat match his... dates. He's dressed win a western flair. His black tux jacket is on the longer side, falling well below his hips, and left open enough to show off the deep red vest and oversized gold and silver belt buckle underneith. Instead of a traditional tie of silk, he's weaing a bolo tie with a golden cow skull snugged up close to his throat. The entire ensamble is topped off with black cowboy boots and a black felt cowboy hat. Sure, he probably looks a little out of place for fancy dress in New York, but he's going back to his Texas roots. He offers an arm to Rosie as they enter, blinking a few times at the sight before them, "Sure is..." Wow. He leans around to look over at Jeremy, addressing both of them, "Let's find a table." This jacket s going to get too hot before long. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' As people are arriving, there is music. It is pumped through the loudspeakers from a DJ setup at the side. He would be handling the music when the band wasn't performing. After all, it was going to be a long night and the band would need breaks. The stage for live performances is more front center, with the tree motif having carried over there. There is a drum set visible and mics with stands. Nothing else at the moment. Then the stage lights go dark, leaving only the twinkle lights around it though the main floor still has the normal low-lighting levels since people need to be able to see. The song playing overhead ends. A moment later a live guitar came in with pure vocals. "Oh don't you dare look back Just keep your eyes on me I said you're holding back She said shut up and dance with me This woman is my destiny She said ooh-ooh-hoo Shut up and dance with me!" The lights came up to reveal the the Blue Pirates on stage. They were a group starting to gain some fame, having performed with Dazzler in the past and more recently with Andrea Jackson for her new release as well as the New Year's Eve celebration in NYC. The band is made up of four men. Drums, bass guitar, keyboards and lead guitar was held by the lead singer. That lead singer was an Xavier's alum himself, none other than Jay Guthrie. He was dressed in black pants that looked to be leather possibly. His shirt was a simple white tank top that fit like a second skin, leaving his arms on full display. Not for a fashion look but it was easier with his wings. Large enough they supported him in flight, bright red and matching his hair color. He gave the crowd a smile as he continued to belt out the song. "We were victims of the night..." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Two more prom chaperones that arrive are Bobby and Rogue. The best friends are likely an unsurprising pair to arrive together, but what may stand out is Rogue's looks. Her hair is up in a pony tail, and she wears a red barely over the shoulder sleeved dress with a swoop neck collar in back. She is NOT wearing gloves, nor a body suit, and she's traded out her usual combat boots or sneakers for a pair of red stilettos. She's even arm-in-arm with Bobby, but she likely looks nervous as can be - only hoping that whatever is allowing her to actually dress up and enjoy a night doesn't muck up somehow. Though she keeps Hank's warning in her head. A few hours at most. So she's like Cinderella. Only instead of turning into a pumpkin, she'll be covered in a heat rash. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Once the trio find a table, Jeremy pulls a chair out for Rosie, then smiles as he settles in on one side of her. He bobs his head a bit at the sound of the music that erupts from the stage as he turns his attention to the Blue Pirates. His fingers drum along the table happily. As he spies the other students trickling in, he lifts a hand upwards, looking to wave them over to join them. This is the 'cool kids table', at least, he's deemed it. Once his hand lowers, he taps the phone on his shoulder to modulate the volume a bit so that he can speak with the two at the table with him. <> 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy is on chaperone duty, of course. His mane of hair is gelled today, enough that he can get it tied in a tiny 'tail at the back of his head, just above the collar of his nice, crisp white shirt. His tux is nothing spectacular, other than it -fits- which is always a bit of a miracle on its own. He rejected a tie though, in favour of a low V'neck Mod-style shirt with an open front that screams cheesy poetry and romance novels, but it means he doesn't look thick necked and a little chest fur shows off. He can be found propped against a tree, drinking a mocktail like he was trying out for an extra in a james bond movie and holding several cocktail sausages and pineapple chunks on sticks. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie gives a grin at Jeremy as she sits down, and folds her hands over her lap. She gives bright grins all around to everyone else, and then her shoulders draw up as the Blues Pirates start in.     "I can't dance either -- mah church wasn't exactly the music-y type..." she states in slight embarrassment as she looks to Gray and Jeremy.     "How about you, Gray? Do you dance much?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     Alexis is singing along, a little bit, under her breath as Jay takes the stage. Her feet are tapping lightly, and she looks over to Sam with a grin, drawing up to her tip-toes to say in his ear: "Your brother certainly knows how to put on a show, love!" 

:'''{{#var:9861|Gray (9861)}} has posed:''' Taking his hat off to reveal slicked back hair (that's only slightly mussed from being under a lid), Gray sets it on the table in front of him, chuckling at Jeremy's excitement, "Never thought I'd go t' prom, myself." For one, he didn't think he'd ever go back to school. He shrugs a shoulder at Rosie's question, "Mostly line dancin'." He offers a crooked smile to the two he came with, "Wouldn' mind dancin' with the two of y'all, though." At least they'll look like idiots together? 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Well you all look freaking fabulous." Indira says to her fellow students as she plucks off her sunglasses and secures them in her clutch. "I don't know about you all, but I don't plan to stop dancing unless it's to grab a snack. So I'm not it on table guard." And that said, that she's off to head to the indicated table. Her purse is set down in her selected seat and she looks towards the bank as the band takes over for premade playlists. "And there's the cue! Come on, there's no wrong way to dance. Just don't fall, unless you plan to breakdance. Then just make it look intentional. Onward to battle. If I catch any of you wallflowering at the table, I'll drag you out there in the chair like this was a Jewish wedding." The crack of her knuckles betrays her fighter's nature despite her formal attire, and she's strolling out into the faux moonlight of the dance floor to kick things into action. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods to Alexis, his arm around her. He leans to her for the whisper, and nods "He always was the one who was the first to sing or draw attention to himse,f he has always been a showman, and good at it." He tells his lady. He does wave over to the other Chaperones as they arrive. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted, apparently, was parking the car or something. He comes in a bit after Shannon. He's managed to get himself a nice looking tux that almost fits his slightly too-large frame, only seeming tightish around the shoulders, and he moves like he's wary about ripping the sleeves off, so... stiffly. "Uh hey," he says to a couple folks on his way in before he moves over to where Shannon has stationed out for the moment and grins at her. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' He was just about to reach for a sandwich when the musical group started singing, which slightly startled Lucas. The beat is inviting, so much that some students already started to dance. And there, Indira just called for them to dance. Glancing around, a puzzled look on his face, Lucas remembers a conversation he has not long ago with one staff, about participating. So leaving the sandwich there, he walks closer to Indira, standing right in front of her - like someone unware of good or bad social behaviour. "Hi. I'm Lucas," he says, uncertain if he met her before - he met so many new people lately, "I don't know how to dance. Can you teach me?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie does give Shannon a hug back when she hugs him and says "YEa, tonight is going to be great, but you should be out there with the rest of your class, not over here with the oldsters." He jokes, and leans in to whisper to Alexis "No I don't think your old." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Hey, no wallflowers growing in this garden!" Shannon calls out to Indira, laughing, in the moments before Jay and the Blue Pirates take to the stage. She grins wide, wings a-flutter, gravitating towards the source of the music and soon stamping and swaying to the beat.      At least, that is, till Ted finds her there. Smiling warmly as she turns around, she catches him up in a hug, laughing. "Wow. You look incredible!" Her eyes are twinkling in the sparkle of fairy lights, the crystals stitched to her dress reflecting the bits of light as if a horde of fireflies had made her dress their home.      Threading her fingers through Ted's, she squeezes his hands gently and smiles. "Feel like dancing?" she asks, her smile turning into something of a grin. "I promise to try and not step on your feet -too- much."      Glancing back at Sam, she shakes her head and chuckles, miming an 'oldster' bent over with a cane. "Sure thing, sonny," she says, in her best 'granny' voice. "But I couldn't let the night go without at least saying hi to my big bro and his intended." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smiles at Bobby, but excuses herself after a moment, looking at the kids as they dance or mingle, socialize and all that. She offers a smile as she passes through the 'forest' and reaches the tree that Hank has decided to help keep propped up. Her smile beams even more wide as she does a little side to side show off of her outfit and then turns to face the crowd once again. "Well hey you. I think the tree is just find to stand on it's own." Giving a chuckle as she sort of hip bumps the Blue Meanie. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When it appears that Indira is going to be the 'captain' of the table, Jeremy straightens up a bit at her orders. He almost said 'yes ma'am' to her. This is Prom after all. He may as well embarrass himself for night with his friends. He gives a glance to Rosie and Gray, then back out to the dance floor as other students begin to revel in the beat of the Blue Pirates. Pushing himself upwards, he smooths down the front of his vest, then gives a grin to the pair. << Come on! Let's go. We can't let Indi down. If we stand next to her, she'll make us all look good. I've seen her dance before. She's amazing. >> With that, he slips his hand out to Rosie, wiggling his fingers, knowing that Gray will take her other. As he spies Lucas shooting his shot with Indira, he can't help but giggle, bumping his shoulder against Rosie's. << You should ask Lucas to dance too after. >> And with that, he is looking to lead the trio to the dance floor, grinning widely. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' As the notes of the first song die down, Jay gives a wave and a smile to the crowd. He doesn't waste time talking. They've already had enough of that. They are here for the party and he's going to keep it going. There might be a moment later but for now, second song kicks in. It's another up tempo song, very pop sounding. "Oh no See you walking 'round like it's a funeral Not so serious girl, why those feet cold? We just getting started, don't you tiptoe tiptoe, ah..." For those familiar with the song, there might be that moment. After all, there were two versions. The clean one that got all the radio play. And the original which had a certain word in the chorus which was not considered proper in polite company. It was also a song that allowed Jay's vocals to shine since it went into falsetto at times. When the song got to that point, it became apparent that Jay was not going to be censoring himself as the Bomb was dropped. It was just a word in the song and could be easily overlooked. One didn't censor music in their house! On that he and his lady agreed. He did flash an almost apologetic grin to the chaperones, but kept right on singing. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy looks sidelong at the sussuration of fabric and clip of stilettos and "Oh, my stars," sometimes an unexpected vision of a friend takes one by surprise and so much skin! Look at it, it's all there, with red fabric and high heels. "You look -amazing-! I think there were songs written about visions like you, in fact I am rather certain there were." And then, cheesy big grin face and vocalized "GLeeeeeee! It works! It works right? Lookit!!" hip bump bedamned, he juggles mocktail and cocktail sticks to offer an honest to god bearhug a'la beast. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Ehhhh," Ted says in reply, giving Shannon's hands a light squeeze as she slips her's into his. "Ah mean, out of th' two of us, yer probably the lighter on the feet." He looks to the dance floor, shifts his shoulders a little bit, glances back to Shannon. "Y'sure? Ah mean, ah'm not known fer mah dance skills. Prolly just stand still and shift m'arms back and forth," he says, about half joking. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Good to meet you, Lucas." Indira says as she finds herself with company near the edge of the dance floor. She flashes the newest student a wide grin as she gestures a gloved hand towards the floor. "The first rule of dancing: Don't overthink it. Dancing is human nature, it's in our bones right back to the earliest men and woman who heard a beat. If you've ever bobbed your head to a song then you're halfway there. Just feel the music and follow through with your feet." She takes a few steps so she's clear of the trees and hikes up the front of her saree just enough so her feet can just be seen. She does a few side to side steps, punctuating the beat with the impact of her feet. "If you use the front of your feet more than your heels, you'll be able to move faster. Keep the rest of yourself loose. You're a leaf in the wind!" 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "--wait what?!" she questions, as Rosie is dragged onto the dance floor, her eyes going wide as she gulps nervously.     "Jeremy Ah ain't allowed ta dance!" she squeaks out before she disappears into the throngs of the students dancing to the beat that the Blues Pirates are bumping -- and the short blonde with the pixie cut gives a squeak on the floor, awkwardly trying to escape! 

:'''{{#var:9861|Gray (9861)}} has posed:''' Gray chuckles quietly and takes Jeremy's hand, "Whatever ya say, man." He lets himself be pulled from the table, grabbing his hat at the last possible second and settling it back atop his head. His free hand tapping out the rhythm on his thigh, "Lead the way." Rosie gets a little bit of a confused frown, "Why ain't ya allowed to dance?" He leans over to try giving the blonde with the pixie cut a kiss on the cheek, "This is a dance. You're allowed to have fun, darlin'." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "I'm sure," Shannon replies, giggling and doing her best to draw Ted out onto the dance floor. "Come on, let's go join the others. At least if we're going to make fools of ourselves, it'll be all together, right?" With that, she's laughing and moving to join the rest of the team out on the dance floor, swaying and taking each encouraging step out there in sync with the beat of the music.      After all, how bad could it -really- be to let her hair down and just goof off for once? 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     "I should hope you don't think I'm old." Alexis sticks her tongue out a moment at Sam as she smiles up at him.     "Never did like the word 'intended'. Calls too much to fate, which would make us star-crossed and then, we all know where *that* goes." Alexis sips her strawberry water again.     ".... someone should make sure the likely suspects did not sneak alcohol into the event." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "It's surely worked so far. Bobby and I came together, arrived arm in arm. Held hands once to make sure it worked. So far so good." Oh but you cannot wipe that smile off of Rogue's face, or the sheer joy that she gains at Henry's reaction to what she's wearing and how she looks. The bearhug a'la Beast is surely returned. There's nothing. Not even a tingle. She lets the hug last for longer than a beat before she pulls back and resumes the position next to Hank. The latex-shield she wears has been damn near perfected down to the microscopic adhesion, and in some glorious way a Hank can do, while she can't wear it for forever, he's even got it down to where it doesn't 'rub off' onto others. Not easily anyway. "Anyway. Thanks. For the compliments and all of this...Bobby was impressed too. I doubt anyone else will notice. Hell, I almost wonder if anyone'll recognize me." She laughs at that and gives a shake of her head. "Nights goin' well at least, yeah?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will nod and kiss Alexis' cheek, and head to talk to the bartenders and wait staff. He trusts them, but taking a look himself is a good thing. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Squeezing on Rosie's hand, it appears that Jeremy isn't about to let her go! He lets out a soft laugh, leaning over to kiss her other cheek after Gray sneaks in a smooch. He gives her a small 'tug tug' before they finally get on to the dance floor. When the song shifts to a more blusey rock vibe that belongs to the beaches, he begins to sway a bit side to side as he draws the other two towards him in a bit of an awkward circle. He gives a glance over towards Indi and her dance lesson to Lucas, trying to pick out some tips as well. Just move your body and be a leaf on the wind? He's more of a stiff piece of cardboard, but he'll try. As he sways his hands joined with Gray and Rosie's, he tries his best to put a bit more rhythm into him, even if he comes off as an awkward duck. <> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Indira is right, that no matter when and how, human usually can keep the beat and dance, some with talents, some without. For Lucas, it is obviously with hesitation but - thanks to a lack of self-conciousness - without fear of ridicule. It's a good thing too, for as he follows Indira's directions, he soon starts to /dance/ - well, maybe not the best dancer, but at least he is trying. Maybe if he could relax a bit, it would help in the fluidity of his movements. For now, he looks more like a tall guy annoyed with pebbles in his shoes than a leaf in the wind. "I guess it's like swimming, and gets easier with practice." Like most people learning to dance, Lucas keeps looking at his feet, his arms kept along his chest, unsure what to do with them. But is is /fun/, as indicated by the smile on his face. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' The music smoothly shifts, something with an older synth vibe to the musicality yet still just as pop as the last couple of songs. It was a cover a song others might not be familiar with. There were looped in vocals that had been recorded earlier, a voice that some might recognize as Andrea herself though it was blended to be part of the music. Later in the song that vocal will join Jay and the band. "Three friends, taking on the world together Big plans in a bigger world Still kids afraid of being young forever Young eyes watch life unfurl..." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "It'll take them a moment or ten, because you don't look remotely like you usually do. Belle of the ball, Anna-Marie," Indeed, there was no rub-off, this took time to get right, for sure and certain. Hank beams, then lets it simmer down to pure pleasure at seeing her be 'free' for a night. He proffers a pineapple chunk on a stick. "It looks like it. A night of normality and trees, sugary overload and some golden oldies," he ticks his chin up lifting an ear to the sounds the bands are playing. Oh, yes, the set certainly harkens back, but if it's not broke, why fix? He nods toward Jeremy, Rosie and Gray, points out Indira, Shannon and Ted. "My memories were of doing the safety dance, practically." 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "I'm Indira by the way!" Said teen announces to Lucas over the volume of the music. "You're getting it! Moving your arms will help with balance." She coaches next as she shifts her arms with the beat, complete with a lot of fluid hand gestures that seem to come reflexively to her. Trained at some point in her life in classical Indian dance, perhaps. "Think of yourself like another instrument playing a part in the song." Her motions slowly pick up pace to mesh with the flow of the synth-pop song, though here and there she'll slow down to emphasize a step or gesture to Lucas. "It is like swimming. The more you do it, the looser your body'll get. Once you get comfortable with one way of doing it, you build on it. You dance faster, more complex; just follow your comfort level." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie escapes through the crowd of other students, her face red, sunglasses askew as she slips her way towards the back of the club where the bathrooms are, looking a little panicked. She takes a deep breath once she's out of the crowd, fixes her glasses, and goes to wall flower behind a pillar, giving a side-eye to Rogue and McCoy. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      As Shannon moves with Ted out onto the dance floor, to join Indira, Lucas, Jeremy, Rosie, and Gray, she pauses, waving over to Dr. McCoy. But something else was different. Who was that next to....      "Oh, my."      First one finely arched brow lofts, then the other, her eyes going wide. That couldn't be! But it was! It was actually miss Rogue, able to let her hair down for a night! Grinning wider now, she waves to them both, before joining her teammates on the dance floor.      She was going to have one heck of a talk with Dr. McCoy later! 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue flushes a little, looking over the dancers and the wallflowers, the chaperones, and other guests. Her head nods to the beat of the music as one song flows into another. "A night of mostly normal is nice, for sure." Then she chuckles, and takes a slow breath. "I ain't got memories of anything like this. Ya don't make memories by runnin' away from home. If I was a little younger I'd likely go and interrupt a dance or two just to say I danced at a prom. But I figure it's a little taboo for a chaperone to dance with students or even other faculty." She laughs again. "I might go snag me a drink though." Then she pauses. "And I might pass through the dance floor. Say hi. Nothin' wrong with at least that, right?" Then she spies Rosie practically running off the dance floor and all of her thoughts are derailed. "Hold those thoughts Henry. I'll be right back." And there's a soft *click clack* of heels on floor as she moves over and towards Rosie. "Rosie? Darlin' you alright there?" 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted is more-or-less drawn out to the dance floor. He's... uncertain, as he's built more for strenght than grace. Still he does his best and sort of stiffly moves in time to the music with Shannon, grinning a bit. "M'ah doing this ok?" he says. "Ah think ah should've taken this jacket off, m'gonna rip it of I raise my arm more'n about here," he says, arm about 45 degrees out, but he tries to dance with her a bit more. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Observing Indira's movements for a moment, Lucas slowly nods. Simple enough, right? Keeping the beat with his feet, the young man starts moving his arms with the rythm, at first more like trying to cut the air. Something feels wrong and uncomfortable. Stepping back, Lucas quickly kicks off his shoes. There! Forcing himself to relax, Lucas resumes his previous position, inhaling deeply. Now a bit more comfortable - damn new shoes - Lucas gets back right on the beat, seeming enjoying dancing, which translates into his arms now moving with less purpose, and more feeling in them. But it still feels forced and awkward, so Lucas instinctively adds some hip sway, always to the beat. After a time, the routine being internalized, the whole movements gets almost perfectly coordinated and, relaxed, with even some form of groove in them. He might be a natural - or a great learner. "You are a very good dancer, Indira, thank you for teaching me." 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     Alexis gives a smile to Sam as he goes to investigate and make sure none of his tenders are serving alcohol to the mutant highschool, and she remains off to the side, monitoring the situation, her sharp eyes looking over dresses and she pauses, giving a soft 'mm' sound.     ... I should encourage everyone to take a dance class. Can't be that bad." she murmurs in amusement. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When Rosie peels herself away and runs off, Jeremy gives a few slow blinks in confusion. He stops moving, then squints his eyes from behind his glasses. He gets a nudge from Gray who ambles off through the crowd in search of her, leaving him on the dance floor as everyone ebbs and flows around him. Reaching up, he rubs the back of his neck for a moment before he gives a glance around, then starts back for their table, sliding down into his seat with a thump. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' After three fast songs and getting people on the floor, it was time to shift. Give the people a moment to catch their breath or snuggle up with their sweetheart(s). The pace of the music shifted to a slow love song. "The strands in your eyes That color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky never revealing their depth..." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "Heightened blood pressure, increased and rapid heartrate, impending sense of doom, sweating -- oh, that's the slow song -- Ah'm having a panic attack." Rosie states, looking up to Rogue as she attempts to calm down by taking a very clinical look at what's happening to her.     She takes a deep breath, and she looks up to Rogue.     "You look stunnin', Miss Rogue." she smiles, and then reaches up, running a hand over her spiked up hair. "Ah cut my hair." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will make the circuit through the club. He smiles a bit remembering dances when he was younger, and gives his brother a thumbs up when he is near the stage. Sam stands watching from beside one of the big trees, thinking not to long ago, that was him and his friends. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy raises his mocktail in salute to Shannon, looking aside at Rogue as she's recognized, winks and sips the outrageously sugary slush mix, with his eyebrows inching up as he stares at the far wall. Murmured "I think they do recognize you," he offers "And honestly, to dance at a dance, whether you're a chaperone or not, is not unheard of. You should, if you want to steal a memory the ordinary way." He lightly elbows Rogue, then apparently they have become a hiding spot for Rosie. He looks the other way, toward Rosie, and the floor, her friends and back. "They did the terrifying thing, didn't they?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "It looks good, Rosie. I like it. Wish I could be brave enough ta do somethin' like that." Rogue offers this and then she smiles. "And thanks. Dr. McCoy worked hard to fix up somethin' for me so I could have nights out like this. Figured prom was the best night to give it a good trial run." Explaining this and then she tilts her head. "Alright. Deep breaths are good. In thru tha nose and out thru the mouth. Do ya need any help? Should I take you back to yer table? I'm sure your dates'll be awful worried about you." Hank would have gotten a smirk and a nod. "Maybe. Would be nice to make memories and not take them." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "Would be nice to make memories and not embarrassments." Rosie counters quietly, and she takes a deep breath.     "Wasn't allowed to dance when I grew up. Indy dances beautifully. She told us all to dance. I got scared an' didn't wanna cause anyone ta loose their guts." she states embarrassedly, and she looks over her shoulder back to her table.     "An' hurt Jeremy' sfeelin's in the process, I think." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy looks left and right at the women that are beside him, young and younger. He stuffs his cocktail sausages and pineapple chunks in his mouth, takes the full mocktail slush by storm and INSTANTANEOULSY gets that look of brain freeze. But whilst struggling through it, he sets the empty and the sticks in the glass, down and claps hands together. "Alright. Get ready for it," rubbing palms, he begins. The great bootie-wiggle elbows glued to his sides safety dance where he stands on the spot and just moves to a beat that is all too exagerrated. Because it's very hard to be embarassed by doing the shuffly two-step when someone else is making an utter fool of themselves doing the macarena as a follow-up. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Glad to teach you! And thanks." Indira says to Lucas with a confident wink and a quick flourishing spin as the last of the upbeat songs comes to an end. And as the slower songs start, the teen gives a click of her tongue and a puff of breath. "Slow songs, augh. I'm not one for the slow swaying in a circle, it totally kills my pace." She takes note of Rosie bolting, Grey following, the chaperones doing the adult thing, and ultimately Jeremy slumping off at the table. There's a quick jerk of her head back towards the table as she says towards Lucas, "Intermission. This looks like time for a virgin colada. Actually, swap that." She says with a wave of her hand in the air like erasing invisible letters. "Miami Vice. Hit the bar," She indicates with a point. "And check on him for me real quick? I gotta de-wall a flower." And then she's striding right across the dance floor towards where Rogue is trying to perk up a drooping Rosie. "Girl, I think it's high time we talked." While the words would sound ominous, her normal outgoing and confident voice is mellowed and subdued, even when she adds aside to Rogue in deference of her being the grown-up, "If it's okay." 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Whilst dancing, Ted manages to bring his shoulder up about 46 degrees and manages to tear a bit of his jacket. "Aw, dang," he murmurs, and tells Shannon he'll be right back. He moves toward an empty chair, removing his jacket in the process to drape it over the back of it, lest he cause it more harm. He spies Jeremy and smiles and gives him a wave as well, "Jer," he says in way of greeting. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a glance to Ted, Jeremy offers up a quick smile as he fiddles with his phone in his hands. He looks over at the tear on his clothes and frowns. << What happened? >> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' With a nod, Lucas steps back and puts his shoes on again. This was nice, and fun. Tilting his head at the mention of /virgin colada/, he shrugs and heads for the table with the nice variety of goodies, sandwiches, desserts and fruits he doesn't seem to know what they are. Opting for safe picks first, he grabs a sandwich and a couple cupcakes, then spots the bowl with pickles, adding some to his place. There, nice mix. To start with, anyway. This dancing thing really made him hungry. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' This time the tone shifted. The music picked up more a rockabilly sort of vibe, that country undercurrent while still having a more up beat tempo. It started slower, more acoustic almost, then later kicked in hard. This one was an original song, one that had been written by Jay when he was with the band back home in Kentucky. Before...everything. Sam likely would recognize it from back then. "Take me on up to Detroit city Jails are full, the factories empty Mommas crying, young boys dying Under that red white and blue still flying Drop me off in Baltimore Where every other window got a plywood board Where dreams become drugs and guns The only way out is to shoot or run "Stick that in your country song..." " The song got more aggressive as it continued, in vocal tone and music. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie... tilts her head as Beast starts dancing. Her brows knit. Her mouth opens, and then closes, and she honestly does try to take the shuffling seriously, with a modicrum of decorum... but she raises her gloved hands to her mouth, and gives a bit of a giggle, and then rubs the back of her head. "Ah... Ah guess if such a /distinguished/ fella can get away with it--" she begins -- and then Indy makes her way over.     Her eyes go wide, and she rubs the back of her head -- "Ah... Ah am tryin', Ind--" she states, and she's momentarily distracted by the Blues Pirates going Country. That... that she likes. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "It's just a slip up, Rosie, darlin'. You'll get used to it. An' remember...you ain't with them folks what told ya you couldn't dance or nothin'. You're with us...and we're lettin' ya." Rogue smiles and then she stands up straight, and gives a glance to Indira as the woman comes over. "If Rosie don't mind you takin' over to talk to her for a moment. She just needed to catch her breath and all." She smiles then. "I'm gonna go find Jeremy and make sure he's okay too. It'll be alright Rosie, don't you fret none." That sweet southern tone is there as she takes a step or few back and then glances to Hank. Then she laughs. "Oh lord...someone needs to get the video of this!" And she's still laughing, as everyone sort of switches up, while she turns and moves off to make quick work of *click clacks* to Jeremy's table. She smiles. "Hey Jer." 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Ah, turns out ah'm pretty bad at pickin' out jackets," Ted explains to Jeremy. "Shirt's a little tight too but it'll prolly hold. Ah hope ah don't have to owe them too much for it," he says, cheerful despite it all. He does look around though, "Ah, what's up with you? Thought y'd be out cuttin' a rug, as it were." He gives his friend another smile, though Rogue wanders over too so he takes a moment to check the coat, then drape it over his chair. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn hasn't been to the club since..In a while anyway, and heck, life has been pretty hectic with other things going on..But she wanted to check into the party, even if her date couldn't make it and she ended up being super late. Was it even still going on, she wondered? But as she stepped in, hearing the lyrics to Jay's awesome pirates band she grinned, stepping towards the dance floor, decked out in a bright green skater dress, paired with short white boots and gloves, dressed more for dancing than anything super formal, and started to dance and twirl and sing along to the beat. She waves to a few recognizable faces, grinning and nodding to a dancing Beast. "Hey, nice moves!" 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' There's a quick not to Rogue and Indira steps aside to let her pass before she turns to Rosie, though not without needing to stifle a snicker at Hank's display. "Look, life doesn't give out good hands. Some of us don't get the easy ones. You could probably drop a building on someone. If I touch someone, it's like licking a battery on a good day and a taser on a bad one. So, yeah, no making out with a hot date when the adults aren't looking for me." She leans herself against the side of the pole and looks down to Rosie. "You were told you're a monster. So was my family. Guess what? You can't control what life throws at you. You can't control what other people think. Know what you can control? You. You control your fear, and determine if it's really how You feel or what someone else tells you that you should be feeling. Why should someone get to tell you what matters to you? How to enjoy your life? Someone gave you life. Your mom, a divine being; whatever you want to believe. Life is a gift given to you. Do we expect someone to tell us what to do with a present? Or do they give it to us trusting us to find a way it'll make us happy?" She gestures her head towards the dance floor and the whirling, furry, blue dervish. "Free will. The big human right, right? What's the purpose of living if it isn't to find the joy in it and what makes it actually worth living? The only people out there right now are the ones people want to say aren't worth living. Well guess what? We /are/ living, and I for one am not wasting a second of it letting someone who is too miserable with their own lives tell me how to live mine." She jerks a thumb back towards the tables as she then says, "Come on. Let's grab some water and a breather. The big hoopla is probably going to start soon, so there'll be an excuse to watch someone else take the spotlight for awhile." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I'm having fun. Rosie is just .. having a moment and Gray is having a moment. So, I'm just going to focus on some work. >> Jeremy says to Ted as he gives him a quick smile, tapping his thumbs along the glass of the phone. He sways a bit back and forth to the music, really enjoying the beat of the Blue Pirates. This is a great song and it's even making him bounce a bit in his seat. <> Reaching down to unbutton his, he shrugs out of his own and lets it settle behind him on the back of the chair. At least he can breathe a bit more. At the sight of Rogue, he tilts his head upwards and offers a smile. << Hi. >> 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy flings his arms up for a moment, then does the moonwalk back a few paces, which does not go with country music at all. This was solely to get to a spot where he could hook his thumbs to his belt, stared down at his feet and do a spot of line-dance moves to the country song being played. All the activity is below the belt, with him just lacking the cowboy hat. "It is an experiment in choreography, miss Megan. But thank you! Is it having any desired effect?" -- Not really, but it has made a few people laugh, so now he can take it a bit more seriously, scuff-shuffle, dosie-do on the spot, ball change, slide, toe-heel, shift-change... 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie goes a little pale as Rogue goes to talk to Jeremy.     She then rubs the back of her neck a little more as Indira speaks. She opens her mouth a couple of times, maybe to argue, maybe to explain, but ultimately her hazel eyes just look... defeated. Her shoulders sag and she rubs her left arm.     "Ah... Ah'll do my best, Indira." she states quietly -- and then a little more hushed:     "Your sari is /goregous/, by the way." she attempts a compliment -- but it was earnest, the compliment making her own eyes light up a little.     "... an' yeah, Ah got a bit scared, but mostly 'cause I don't wanna make people throw up on their Prom night."     She pauses.     "Ah heard that comes later." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie grins at Jay playing one of his original songs. this might be one of the first times Sam has got to hear it live. He taps his foot to it, but does make his way back to Alexis. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Ah'm sure she will," Ted says, "It ain't bad yet, s'why ah took it off." He nods to Jeremy. "Well, ah don't want ya t' be workin' on a fun night. Ah guess lemme know if ah can help," he says, rubbing the back of his head. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn continues to giggles at Henry. "Awwe you're Soo funny! But I think you're a couple decades behind..Here, try this step!" She easily slides into a practiced line dance herself, keeping pace with Henry's steps and grins, nodding her head. "Awee, you were just kiddin, you're pretty good at this, even keeping up with the young-ins like me!" she twirls and waves to Jay and his band as she continues dancing. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon turns towards Ted at -just- the right moment, covering her mouth briefly. "Oh, dear." The man had his pride, after all, so she wasn't going to make a big fuss about it. But she did move to join him at the table, sliding into a seat and offering a light smile. She takes a quick look at the offending tear on the jacket, and smiles a bit more. "This one'll be an easy fix," she says. "No damage to the fabric itself, just the seam decided to give way. I can take care of that when we get back."      She stays put at the table for the time being, giving a little flick of her wings and preening for a few moments. Not for the first time that night, her brows shoot about halfway up her forehead. "Daaaaaaaaang, look who's got the moves! Go, Dr. McCoy, go! Holy sh... Megan, wow! You go, girl! Woot, woot!" Laughing, she applauds and cheers him on, enjoying the company, the music, and the evening overall. 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     Alexis has been watching, but keeping her distance from the students, toying with the ring posed so well on her gray gloves. She gives a little smile as Sam returns to her, and she leans against him for a moment.     "I don't suppose we can convince Jay to produce a Vienna Waltz or something?" she teases Sam, and then she gives a smile to McCoy as he makes a perfectly wonderful example for the other students with his dancing. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue gives a smile to Jeremy and then motions to sort of behind her. "Just wanted to let you know that Rosie's fine. Just needed a minute. Ain't used to things like this. Then again, s'pose there may be a handful of us what isn't." Then she reaches a very ungloved hand out to boop Jeremy's nose. But there's nothing. No tingle, no merged memories or stolen powers. A glance to Ted and Shannon and she smiles gently. "Don't you two look elegant. All three of you really." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Hiding in the shadows is generally not the native habitat of one Jean Grey, but tonight she's been doing just that. Or, she's just been scaring the living bejeezus out of some of the more hellish students trying to sneak up on the roof to drink and have their own party. Probably the later, given several latecomers have yet to leave the dance floor after arriving a short time ago and keep looking around nervously. As an unseen signal, the music eases up and the headmistress comes on stage. She's wearing a long, fitted black dress with a muted gold belt and a gold necklace with a simple X pendant; understated but still elegant and always repping. In her hand is a simple ivory envelope. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming this evening. I hope that you're all having a great time - I know you are, Hank - and that you're making wonderful memories. It is that time of the evening where we read off the votes cast for this year's Prom royalty." And with a gesture of her free hand, over floats two low profile crowns on crushed red velvet cushions glowing pink. One crown is gold and adorned with inset rubies. The other is silver and sapphire. With a flick of her thumb, the envelope seal is popped and unfolds itself. Several of the students begin crowding the edges of the dance floor, probably expectant that they'll be the winners, such as one LeeRoy "Kamikaze" Jenkins. "By popular vote, I'd like to announce this year's Prom Royals as Shannon Lance and Jeremy Statton!" She gestures for said winners to join her on stage, with her voice whispering to them both with a ghostly psychic chuckle, << You're welcome to give speeches and dance if you like, or grab them and run. No judgement from me either way, I can create a diversion. >> Jean - she's got your back, be it supporting you in the classroom or the battlefield or causing a blackout to aid a hasty escape from awkward teenage milestones. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Ooooh, oh. Later, later you're hitting up my room and I'll find you one that'll fit you perfect. I have a million and I bet you could rock it." Indira says to Rosie with a brilliant smile. "And that only happens if you can't hold the drinks that definitely did not come from this bar. Come on! Up you get. You don't belong on the floor. You're beautiful. You're powerful. Stand up and show them." She gestures an up-up towards Rosie and with a jerk of her head she's turning to head back towards the group table. She barely gets there when Jean takes the stage and the winners are announced. Decorum be damned, because the cheer she gives for her two fellow New Mutants is practically a roar complete with raucous clapping. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Oh heeeeeeeey!" In synch with Megan, Hank grins at her, going through to the end of the song with a chuckle for Shannon's cat calling, he stills his feet to pay attention once Jean takes the stage, because this is where the fun REALLY begins. He edges to the sidelines, then at the call for the prom royalty, sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles shrill, applauding thereafter. "Here, here!" he also tips the invisible hat to the enjoyment spotlight, now that he's not in it any more. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' There is a wiggle of Jeremy's nose as he feels the boop from Rogue. He squints his eyes as he doesn't feel her powers kick in, then gives a small giggle as he tilts his head up at her. << Oh, cool. You found a cheat code. >> Before he can say anything else, he hears his name over the speakers from Miss Grey, causing his body to stiffen, eyes widening from behind his thin glasses. He looks over towards the stage, then back towards the crowd as he gives a loud, visible swallow. He takes in a deep breath, then pushes himself upwards to his feet, followed by sliding his jacket back on as he starts for the stage. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie returns to the table just as Jeremy is called up, she claps for him, excitedly, forgetting momentarily about the absolute horror fo having to try on Indira's clothing, and in that moment she gets to be so proud of her boyfriend, clapping and cheering for the black-and-red-clad boy! 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Oh," Ted says as the names are called. "Ah guess congrats then," he tells Jer and Shannon, bowing his head lightly. "My Lieges." His tone has a good bit of mirth in it, "Go get yer award," he says to Shannon, playfully shooing her up there. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn grins and winks to Hank. "Not bad yourself, blue!" and then she'll wave to him and hurry to join Shannon at the table once she spots her, grinning. "Woooow, shannon! Congrats! That's sooo awesome! Go on, get your crown, girl!" she'll lean over and playfully boop her on the nose! Ted is given a nod and smile too. "Hey, Ted, how goes?" and a nod to whoever else is at their As she hears Jeremy's name being called, she grins and waves to him too. "Hey Jer, congrats!" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon's cheeks turn lightly rosy, and she smiles warmly to Rogue. "Aww, thank you kindly, miss Rogue. But you forgot to include yourself among the elegant. Shame on you for the oversight." Keeping her voice a bit low, she adds, "I might have a question or two for you and I'm guessing Dr. McCoy about how you managed this one later on, if that's okay?"      She's just reaching for Ted's, Jeremy's, and yes, even Rogue's hand in turn, offering each a light squeeze, when there is a metaphorical -thunk- on the table at the announcement. The normally unflappable winged healer in training has been struck utterly, completely silent, caught glancing from Ted, to Miss Grey, to Jeremy, and back to Ted.      "Holy shiitake mushrooms."      Leaning over, she hugs Ted fiercely, whispering something to him, before getting up to stride towards the stage, chin lifted just a notch in surprisingly regal defiance, despite Megan booping her snoot, making her wiggle her nose like a rabbit's.      Still, she smiles, for who could be mad at that, really?. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Once both of the students have arrived on the stage, Jean adorns their heads with the crowns with a smile that's full of pride. "You've both come a long way. I know some may see this silly, but your peers and your friends - your family - see you as standout members of this school. Let this remind you that you matter." And with a dip of her head, the headmistress steps back to let them have their moment in the spotlight. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue claps her hands before doing a finger-whistle while Jeremy and Shannon go to retrieve their crowns. She's not expecting speeches, really, but she'll listen if any are given. A glance to Rosie after a moment, she leans over, "You feelin' better, sugah?" Asking that while letting her clapping die down with everyone else's as Jean speaks again. Then, after hearing any answer from Rosie, she turns and makes her way to the snacks and drinks. She was getting parched and hungry. And really she likely only has an hour and some change before she has to make it back to school and shower her coating off. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Once he makes his way on to the top of the stage, Jeremy offers up a quick smile to Jean, then gives a glance out towards the crown as he listens to them cheer and clap for him and Shannon. He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as he clears his throat. He glances upwards at the crown upon his head, then back towards his friends and faculty. He gives a glance over towards the DJ Booth as he reaches out with his powers to connect to them so that his voice can make it's way through the speakers. << Hello everyone. >> He begins as his voice modulates all around them through the surround sound. It's a soft tone, his own voice and not SIRI. << This is my first school dance. This is my first normal school year, actually. >> Reaching up, he takes the crown off his head and stares at it for a few moments as he stubs his foot against the ground a few times, nervously. << I just want to thank everyone for being a good friend to me and a good teacher. It meant a lot to overcome the last few years and to feel normal again. I used to wonder what that word meant when I was younger. I had normal friends who had normal families. They had parents that loved them. I had parents that ignored me. I had friends that made me do their homework instead. I spent most of my life being really angry and jealous. For years I wished to die, especially after one really bad day. Some of you know about it. >> He stubs his foot a few more times, stub stub. << But, this year, Xavier's taught me that I am normal, that the world around me is abnormal. I am graduating this year, starting a new job, starting college, a new life. Thank you to everyone who has been apart of my growth and healing. Thank you for giving me a purpose and a reason to live. >> He puts the crown back on to his head, shifting it in place before he lifts a hand up to rub at his nose. << That's all. >> 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn brings her fingers to her lips and whistles as she jumps and waves to her two friends on stage. "Woo, you're awesome Jer, Shan! Way to go!!" Yeah, she's hyper too much and probably had too much sugar. So what else is new? 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted gives Shannon an amused look at her fake swearing and another hug before again shooing her toward the stage. He sits back down in his chair and listens to Jer's speech and applauds as well, and gives him a bit of a thumbs up in his own goofy way. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Indira is still cheering. She abandoned the table to crowd up through her fellow students - like it or no - to stand at the front so she could be right there to support her teammates. She's beaming up at them as she claps, and it's a good thing she's got those gloves on or she'd probably be setting off a few accidental sparks. The ends of her hair are already frizzed with static thanks to her excitement. She does turn down her volume at least so as not to disrupt the speeches, but given the vibration of energy from her it'll probably be all bets off once they're done. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon dips a low curtsey worthy of one given to a queen, holding her head steady as the silver and sapphire crown floats down to come gently to rest amidst her pale gold hair. Rising to her feet, she takes two steps back, her wings folded flat against her back as Jeremy takes the stage. Listening to him, she tries to think for a moment. What could she offer, to equal that which she had been given?      All she had was herself.      Cracked, flawed, even broken at times, but it was better than nothing.      Finally, when her turn came to speak, she steps right up to the mic, something of a pensive look on her face despite the smile. "It's been almost two years since my folks brought me here. We were just looking for Dr. McCoy, and lucked out finding the school as well. In the time since I've been here, I've heard the stories of a lot of you, and each one's torn me up inside just a little bit more. It reminds me how lucky I am, not just to have the family I do by blood...."      Looking out at each and every single person in turn, from Miss Grey on down to the wallflowers on the other side of the room, she smiles. "...but to also have the family we've all built here. God only knows there's times I'll admit to being broken, and wondering if I've been wanted or needed, but making everything look normal. Instead, I should be reaching out to my family here more."      There's actually a bit of mist in her eyes as she gazes out upon everyone, taking a deep breath and letting out a cleansing sigh. A couple crystalline droplets trickle down her face, right there on stage in front of peers and teachers alike. "Thank you all for having more faith in me than I do in myself sometimes. I hope I can keep giving back to all of you, the way you have all given so much to me." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy applauds the speeches both, his eyes just a little misty as he looks at both Jeremy and Shannon in turn. Pride can take a lot of shapes, this one is big, blue and his chest is threatening to rip his poet's shirt with the swell. They do grow up so fast. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' After the Royal Couple were announced and got their moments on the stage, the Blue Pirates returned to their spots at the mics. The tone stayed with the country feel but this time it was a slow song, befitting of the Royal Dance. "Everytime our eyes meet this feeling inside me is more than I can take Baby when you touch me I can feelhow much you love me And it just blows me away "I've never been this close to anyone or anything I can hear your thoughts I can see your Dreams... 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When the band comes back on to play an iconic slow song, Jeremy glances over to Shannon. He steps in towards her and reaches out with one hand to slide into hers, while the other settles against her waist. He gives a few slow blinks of his eyes as he shuffles in a bit closer by another half step. As his fingers curl around hers, he takes in a deep breath, then offers her up a quick, half smile. << Doot. >> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon holds her wings out of the way as the Royal Dance begins, content to let Jeremy take the lead on this one. She smiles a bit, easing into the steps, the delicate silk and taffeta of her skirt swishing and sparkling with every movement.      "Doot. I'm glad friends can dance, too. Crown looks good on you, Jer."      Her eyes cross in comical fashion as she tries to peer up at the crown on her head, chuckling lightly. "Never expected that in a million years. Your speech was pretty awesome. Wonder if mine will make a difference for anyone here. I bet yours will." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' The dance started with the Royal Couple but others could join as well. Then once that faded, it was time to get the party started up again. The slow songs and country were set aside the Pirates brought out another rock song with a great dance beat and heavy percussion. "Going down like a dead man walking One step from a body in a coffin Just one, one of the fallen Waking up to a blood moon howling Can't drown it out, even with the medicine Tearing through me like a bullet of adrenaline..." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' Better late than never! Xiomara had been gone from the school for a couple of months. Due to some family things, the deal had been modified to allow for her to leave the school and be under the supervision of her parents. But she had known prom was coming up and there was no way she was missing this one. When she entered, the dress she wore met dress code requirements. Somehow. THe dress was red and form fitting, the top in a halter style with a bit of material joining the skirtt below. The skirt was longer with a short train, that was held off the floor if she wanted by a little loop that went around her wrist, making it floor length instead. The back was...non existent. A few straps that held everything in place and accentuating the booty! Her hair was down and styled to show off the natural curl in it. "LOS MUERTOS IN THE HOUSE!" she called out at the top of her lungs as he sashayed her way in. Once she is well in the crowd, and away from the chaperones mostly, she had to add with her brightest smile and Spanish accent. "What's up, bitches?! Didja miss me?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue's time is surely running out, and it's likely best she get back to school to shed her skin - almost literally. Still... It would have been nice to of gotten a dance in, but she's about to bibbidi bobbidi move her ass out of the club and back to the mansion. She glances around, but the ones she'd want to say goodnight to are all currently occupied. Besides, silent stealthy exits are best. Reaching down to take off her shoes just before she crosses the club to head for the exit. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' And people thought Indira was fit to burst before. As she spots her roommate-slash-pal arrive to the party, there is a very literal shriek of joy from the teen. Back through the crowd she goes - with one yelp as someone gets a passing zap and a quick 'sorry!' - and erupts from the other side in a fluffy of blue and gold silk like an onrushing, fancy thunderstorm. "XIO! You made it!" She doesn't tackle the other girl for all it looks like she wants to and has to spend a moment rearranging her saree once she's come to a stop. "I knew you'd make it. Hah! Talk about being fashionably late, and you /are/ fashionable. You're /killing/ that! Girl, I missed you." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy catches sight of Cindarella bidding adieu for the sake of peeling like a lizard and getting horrible rashes. He lifts a hand to her though, fingerwaggling with a small smile as she makes her exit. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn cheers and applauds the two people on stage, smiling and waving to them. "Awesome speech! You two rock!" she calls, but now Megs is getting hungry and thirsty so she heads for the bar for a virgin pina colada and some finger food to go. And then with a final wave in passing to those she didn't get a chance to talk to at lenght, Megan slips out shortly after Hank does. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As they dance, Jeremy gives Shannon a smile and listens to her. Before he can say something, a familiar voice that he has longed to hear rings out through the club. He pauses, then lets out a surprised noise. He gives a quick, apologetic smile to Shannon before he slides his hands away from her. << Dance with Ted. >> He chirps to her before he hops off the stage and makes his way quickly over to his 'gang mate'. He lobs his arms around her for a quick, firm hug, almost stumbling into the latina. << Hola Mi Amiga! We have much to catch up on. >> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon bursts out laughing as Jeremy takes off to catch up with Xiomara, making her own way off of the stage and returning to sit with Ted. Smiling, she eases one wing and her arm around his shoulders, drawing him in for a fierce hug, unabashed at the open affection. Her head comes to rest on his shoulder, the crown somehow managing to stay in place amidst her hair, and she smiles, letting out a contented sigh.      For once, all was right with the world. Friends and family were all here, and minor miracles had been scienced into being.      But one thing was still missing.      Tilting her head up to look at Ted, she smiles warmly, a hint of rose coloring her cheeks. "Shall we dance?" 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Tonight, there is no Club Evolution. There is a forest. Through extensive decoration, the club has been transformed into an evening forest. Pillars line the dance floor like a stand of ancient oaks, with duct work made to look like intertwining branches. Sheets of moss hang down adorned with thousands of twinkling fairy lights like fireflies. Through the branches, a backdrop made to resemble a starry night sky with a large center light giving the appearance of the moon. The trunks are decorated with plants that seem eerily convincing, taking the form of an array of night blossoms that glow with soft twilight light from whites to pinks, purples and blues.  The stage is similarly decorated, with an elaborate archway of faux tree limbs and vines with more twinkling lights. The walls carry the theme to look like the impenetrable walls of a forest thicket, and the tables have been decorated to resemble an assortment of logs and oversized mushrooms carefully underlit in soft gold to provide illumination for walking without detracting. Centerpieces on all of the tables contain the same glowing flowers. Off to one side of the entrance is a photo arch to look like two saplings grown intertwined, covered in vines with glowing flowers and tiny lights that spell out "Prom 2029". There's even some props like flowered crowns, antlers, animal ears, and wings for those who want to jazz up their pictures. A box is nearby with paper for those to vote for the royal pair of the dance. The bar has been opened with an array of non-alcoholic beverages and mocktails, with anything alcoholic disallowed for anyone. There are also snacks to be had such as sandwiches, finger appetizers, fruits of all sorts from mundane to exotic, and of course no shortage of cookies, petit fours, and mousse - everything made to be small, portable, and mostly safe around expensive clothing. The opening speech has already been given and students and chaperones left to mingle and enjoy the evening as they wish. Several school staff members mill around, providing security, escort duties, and supporting the club's staff. Music already fills the air. 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     As one of the higher ups in the school, Alexis is in attendance in the form of a chaperone. Her dark hair was done up with fairy braids and a few glass crystals to catch the light. A pair of diamond solitaires at her ears and a delicate twilight-blue sheath dress with matching shoes completes her demure ensemble -- after all, tonight it's the students' night to shine.     She's just here making sure no one's toes get stepped on and to act as security, drinking a strawberry fizzy water off to the side. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is wearing a rather nice Tux, hey he bought it recently might as well get more use out of it. He is besides Alexis, smiling over at her, a moment, and says softly yo her "Place looks pretty good, almost think they snuck some of the danger room panels in here." He jokes quietly to her. He does watch people as well, as he is a chaperone, and also gotta make sure the club does not have trouble from this too. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Indira may be walking into the club alone, but it is not without style. She is adorned in an elaborately draped saree done in heavy silk the colored of crushed blue velvet as deep as the night sky. A thick edge of metallic gold runs along the edge of the cloth from start to finish and coursing like a wave through the folds and drapes to accentuate neckline and shoulder, diagonal down and around her body to pool at her feet, and down the length of fabric that enrobes her left arm and runs down to drape like a train on the floor. A short, matching gold top provides modesty and a right shoulder covering. Beadwork and embroidery form clumped designs of stylized leaves at various points along the gold border to accentuate her neck, hip, feet, and sleeve. Gold sandals are barely visible on her feet. Her hair is loose and free with curls decorated with subtle golden streaks to match the stack of gold bangles on her exposed bicep and forearm. A headband of thin gold forms a V on her forehead and disappears up into her hairline, with the bottom of the V having a single ornately stamped gold disc hanging between her brows. Wrist-high gloves of a matching blue have a more matte finish, the only part that looks like it was really custom made to fit the ensemble. She's also got on slim, golden shades and carries a golden clutch with a white and navy-striped tiger done up in embroidery on it. Because leave it to Indira to walk into a club with sunglasses on. She's walking with the same regal arrogance as the tiger striding across her purse though her smile is several shades friendlier. "Swanky." She murmurs as she plucks off her sunglasses and secures them in her purse. "Almost can't recognize the place." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Having made her way back to the school earlier to get cleaned up and changed for the evening's festivities, Shannon has returned to the utterly transformed, evolved Evolution, agog at just how much has been accomplished in just a short time. Her dress is almost simplistic in its style, at once modest, sweet, and perhaps just a touch daring at the same time. It's a floor-length a-line dress of glacier blue silk, with a transluscent taffeta overlay of slightly paler hue. The double-layered neckline is fairly low without being immodest beneath, with the taffeta continuing upwards above the lower silk layer beneath, to wrap gently around her neck and offer a bit of modesty. The entire neckline has been hand-stitched with Swarovski crystals that shimmer and give off little rainbows even in the low lighting of the room, as has the lower hem of the skirt. She wears soft, glacier blue flats beneath to complete the ensemble, and simple crystal stud earrings to match. Her hair has been left long and loose, with only the pale blue braid on the left side of her face changed; instead of three silver beads, it bears three Swarovski crystals on the end instead.      Smiling at Alexis and Sam, she pauses to give them each a hug. Too, she waves at Indira as she makes her entrance. This was going to be a good night. Somehow, she just knew it. "I know, right? Can't wait to see how Jay's band does. I've never actually seen them perform live, so this is going to be a treat." 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Over the last few days, which is not much longer than the time he has been at the School, Lucas has noticed the effervescence surrounding the incoming big event, something called a Promotion, usually called the Prom. The notion of a promotion, he quickly understood, although its inherent importance remains vague in his mind. Nonetheless, Lucas did like the other boys, and put on his finest clothes: a brand new plaid flannel shirt offered by Rosie, and a pair of black pants he was told were nice. If anyone told him that this wasn't proper enough, he either didn't hear their comment or its meaning, or just plain disregarded any comment about clothes. Clothes are clothes, and as long as they aren't stained or stinky, they shouldn't be a matter. They sure aren't for Lucas. Of course, Lucas recognizes many faces, if not all, tho he could not remember all their names. The speech was long and meaningless to him, really, although everyone listened almost religiously. Strange event indeed. If it is a tad unsettling for him, Lucas is visibly reassured by the presence of the School staff. And... there is food, of all sorts, things Lucas never saw or tasted. For now, he's browsing the offer, from sandwiches to dessert, and seems to contemplate what to eat first. This is where his attention is turned, until the young man is distracted by Indira's entrance. Then Shannon, and all the girls. To stare at people is wrong, so Lucas quickly turns his eyes back on the food assortment. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' An electric Tesla Limo pulls up out front of the Club, black, with tinted windows. The chaffeaur makes his way around the long vehicle and opens the back door to reveal a trio of students. Out comes Jeremy first, then reaches in with his hand to take Rosie's to help her out, followed by Gray. The Goth today has traded in trench coats, dog collars and chains for something far more dapper. Today, he is wearing a black tuxedo with red piping along the chest that has a neon glow to it, a dark red vest with a matching red tie over his white button down shirt. He even has a red hankerchief in his pocket. Earlier in the day he made sure to give Rosie a corsage and Gray a small boutonniere to wear per tradition. his long black hair is pulled back behind him into a pony tail and bound by a black band. When the doors open to reveal them, he takes a moment to look through the forest, now that it's lit up and full of magical high school wonder. He takes in a deep breath, then reaches out to slide his right hand into Rosie's left, giving a glance past her to Gray with as mile before they start their way forward. There is no point in hiding it anymore. The trio has arrived together as each other's prom date. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Accompanying Jeremy and Gray, Rosie comes up between them. Her sandy blonde hair has been cut manic-pixie short, and is spiked up in a very punk rock look. She has red-to-black ombre sunglasses, and (clip-on) drop earings in sparkling red. Her dress is short, black on top and turning to red about her upper thighs, ending between her knees and ankles in scarlet. The boddice is decorated in loose, almost flower-like designs rendered in crystal and silver threads, with crystals highlighting the boddice and her waist.     OVer this, she is wearing a black shrug, light-weight and bolero-length, to hide the scars on her shoulders and arms.     ARound her neck, she's wearing a black ribbon choker, and on her hands black, satin, wrist-length gloves.     Her black cherry colored lips curl into a smile as she sees the forst!     "Lord Almighty, now that's a trick!" she pronounces in her approval. 

:'''{{#var:9861|Gray (9861)}} has posed:''' Gray, it seems, has actually gone all out as far as his Prom outfit, making sure to at leas somewhat match his... dates. He's dressed win a western flair. His black tux jacket is on the longer side, falling well below his hips, and left open enough to show off the deep red vest and oversized gold and silver belt buckle underneith. Instead of a traditional tie of silk, he's weaing a bolo tie with a golden cow skull snugged up close to his throat. The entire ensamble is topped off with black cowboy boots and a black felt cowboy hat. Sure, he probably looks a little out of place for fancy dress in New York, but he's going back to his Texas roots. He offers an arm to Rosie as they enter, blinking a few times at the sight before them, "Sure is..." Wow. He leans around to look over at Jeremy, addressing both of them, "Let's find a table." This jacket s going to get too hot before long. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' As people are arriving, there is music. It is pumped through the loudspeakers from a DJ setup at the side. He would be handling the music when the band wasn't performing. After all, it was going to be a long night and the band would need breaks. The stage for live performances is more front center, with the tree motif having carried over there. There is a drum set visible and mics with stands. Nothing else at the moment. Then the stage lights go dark, leaving only the twinkle lights around it though the main floor still has the normal low-lighting levels since people need to be able to see. The song playing overhead ends. A moment later a live guitar came in with pure vocals. "Oh don't you dare look back Just keep your eyes on me I said you're holding back She said shut up and dance with me This woman is my destiny She said ooh-ooh-hoo Shut up and dance with me!" The lights came up to reveal the the Blue Pirates on stage. They were a group starting to gain some fame, having performed with Dazzler in the past and more recently with Andrea Jackson for her new release as well as the New Year's Eve celebration in NYC. The band is made up of four men. Drums, bass guitar, keyboards and lead guitar was held by the lead singer. That lead singer was an Xavier's alum himself, none other than Jay Guthrie. He was dressed in black pants that looked to be leather possibly. His shirt was a simple white tank top that fit like a second skin, leaving his arms on full display. Not for a fashion look but it was easier with his wings. Large enough they supported him in flight, bright red and matching his hair color. He gave the crowd a smile as he continued to belt out the song. "We were victims of the night..." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Two more prom chaperones that arrive are Bobby and Rogue. The best friends are likely an unsurprising pair to arrive together, but what may stand out is Rogue's looks. Her hair is up in a pony tail, and she wears a red barely over the shoulder sleeved dress with a swoop neck collar in back. She is NOT wearing gloves, nor a body suit, and she's traded out her usual combat boots or sneakers for a pair of red stilettos. She's even arm-in-arm with Bobby, but she likely looks nervous as can be - only hoping that whatever is allowing her to actually dress up and enjoy a night doesn't muck up somehow. Though she keeps Hank's warning in her head. A few hours at most. So she's like Cinderella. Only instead of turning into a pumpkin, she'll be covered in a heat rash. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Once the trio find a table, Jeremy pulls a chair out for Rosie, then smiles as he settles in on one side of her. He bobs his head a bit at the sound of the music that erupts from the stage as he turns his attention to the Blue Pirates. His fingers drum along the table happily. As he spies the other students trickling in, he lifts a hand upwards, looking to wave them over to join them. This is the 'cool kids table', at least, he's deemed it. Once his hand lowers, he taps the phone on his shoulder to modulate the volume a bit so that he can speak with the two at the table with him. <> 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy is on chaperone duty, of course. His mane of hair is gelled today, enough that he can get it tied in a tiny 'tail at the back of his head, just above the collar of his nice, crisp white shirt. His tux is nothing spectacular, other than it -fits- which is always a bit of a miracle on its own. He rejected a tie though, in favour of a low V'neck Mod-style shirt with an open front that screams cheesy poetry and romance novels, but it means he doesn't look thick necked and a little chest fur shows off. He can be found propped against a tree, drinking a mocktail like he was trying out for an extra in a james bond movie and holding several cocktail sausages and pineapple chunks on sticks. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie gives a grin at Jeremy as she sits down, and folds her hands over her lap. She gives bright grins all around to everyone else, and then her shoulders draw up as the Blues Pirates start in.     "I can't dance either -- mah church wasn't exactly the music-y type..." she states in slight embarrassment as she looks to Gray and Jeremy.     "How about you, Gray? Do you dance much?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     Alexis is singing along, a little bit, under her breath as Jay takes the stage. Her feet are tapping lightly, and she looks over to Sam with a grin, drawing up to her tip-toes to say in his ear: "Your brother certainly knows how to put on a show, love!" 

:'''{{#var:9861|Gray (9861)}} has posed:''' Taking his hat off to reveal slicked back hair (that's only slightly mussed from being under a lid), Gray sets it on the table in front of him, chuckling at Jeremy's excitement, "Never thought I'd go t' prom, myself." For one, he didn't think he'd ever go back to school. He shrugs a shoulder at Rosie's question, "Mostly line dancin'." He offers a crooked smile to the two he came with, "Wouldn' mind dancin' with the two of y'all, though." At least they'll look like idiots together? 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Well you all look freaking fabulous." Indira says to her fellow students as she plucks off her sunglasses and secures them in her clutch. "I don't know about you all, but I don't plan to stop dancing unless it's to grab a snack. So I'm not it on table guard." And that said, that she's off to head to the indicated table. Her purse is set down in her selected seat and she looks towards the bank as the band takes over for premade playlists. "And there's the cue! Come on, there's no wrong way to dance. Just don't fall, unless you plan to breakdance. Then just make it look intentional. Onward to battle. If I catch any of you wallflowering at the table, I'll drag you out there in the chair like this was a Jewish wedding." The crack of her knuckles betrays her fighter's nature despite her formal attire, and she's strolling out into the faux moonlight of the dance floor to kick things into action. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods to Alexis, his arm around her. He leans to her for the whisper, and nods "He always was the one who was the first to sing or draw attention to himse,f he has always been a showman, and good at it." He tells his lady. He does wave over to the other Chaperones as they arrive. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted, apparently, was parking the car or something. He comes in a bit after Shannon. He's managed to get himself a nice looking tux that almost fits his slightly too-large frame, only seeming tightish around the shoulders, and he moves like he's wary about ripping the sleeves off, so... stiffly. "Uh hey," he says to a couple folks on his way in before he moves over to where Shannon has stationed out for the moment and grins at her. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' He was just about to reach for a sandwich when the musical group started singing, which slightly startled Lucas. The beat is inviting, so much that some students already started to dance. And there, Indira just called for them to dance. Glancing around, a puzzled look on his face, Lucas remembers a conversation he has not long ago with one staff, about participating. So leaving the sandwich there, he walks closer to Indira, standing right in front of her - like someone unware of good or bad social behaviour. "Hi. I'm Lucas," he says, uncertain if he met her before - he met so many new people lately, "I don't know how to dance. Can you teach me?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie does give Shannon a hug back when she hugs him and says "YEa, tonight is going to be great, but you should be out there with the rest of your class, not over here with the oldsters." He jokes, and leans in to whisper to Alexis "No I don't think your old." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Hey, no wallflowers growing in this garden!" Shannon calls out to Indira, laughing, in the moments before Jay and the Blue Pirates take to the stage. She grins wide, wings a-flutter, gravitating towards the source of the music and soon stamping and swaying to the beat.      At least, that is, till Ted finds her there. Smiling warmly as she turns around, she catches him up in a hug, laughing. "Wow. You look incredible!" Her eyes are twinkling in the sparkle of fairy lights, the crystals stitched to her dress reflecting the bits of light as if a horde of fireflies had made her dress their home.      Threading her fingers through Ted's, she squeezes his hands gently and smiles. "Feel like dancing?" she asks, her smile turning into something of a grin. "I promise to try and not step on your feet -too- much."      Glancing back at Sam, she shakes her head and chuckles, miming an 'oldster' bent over with a cane. "Sure thing, sonny," she says, in her best 'granny' voice. "But I couldn't let the night go without at least saying hi to my big bro and his intended." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smiles at Bobby, but excuses herself after a moment, looking at the kids as they dance or mingle, socialize and all that. She offers a smile as she passes through the 'forest' and reaches the tree that Hank has decided to help keep propped up. Her smile beams even more wide as she does a little side to side show off of her outfit and then turns to face the crowd once again. "Well hey you. I think the tree is just find to stand on it's own." Giving a chuckle as she sort of hip bumps the Blue Meanie. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When it appears that Indira is going to be the 'captain' of the table, Jeremy straightens up a bit at her orders. He almost said 'yes ma'am' to her. This is Prom after all. He may as well embarrass himself for night with his friends. He gives a glance to Rosie and Gray, then back out to the dance floor as other students begin to revel in the beat of the Blue Pirates. Pushing himself upwards, he smooths down the front of his vest, then gives a grin to the pair. << Come on! Let's go. We can't let Indi down. If we stand next to her, she'll make us all look good. I've seen her dance before. She's amazing. >> With that, he slips his hand out to Rosie, wiggling his fingers, knowing that Gray will take her other. As he spies Lucas shooting his shot with Indira, he can't help but giggle, bumping his shoulder against Rosie's. << You should ask Lucas to dance too after. >> And with that, he is looking to lead the trio to the dance floor, grinning widely. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' As the notes of the first song die down, Jay gives a wave and a smile to the crowd. He doesn't waste time talking. They've already had enough of that. They are here for the party and he's going to keep it going. There might be a moment later but for now, second song kicks in. It's another up tempo song, very pop sounding. "Oh no See you walking 'round like it's a funeral Not so serious girl, why those feet cold? We just getting started, don't you tiptoe tiptoe, ah..." For those familiar with the song, there might be that moment. After all, there were two versions. The clean one that got all the radio play. And the original which had a certain word in the chorus which was not considered proper in polite company. It was also a song that allowed Jay's vocals to shine since it went into falsetto at times. When the song got to that point, it became apparent that Jay was not going to be censoring himself as the Bomb was dropped. It was just a word in the song and could be easily overlooked. One didn't censor music in their house! On that he and his lady agreed. He did flash an almost apologetic grin to the chaperones, but kept right on singing. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy looks sidelong at the sussuration of fabric and clip of stilettos and "Oh, my stars," sometimes an unexpected vision of a friend takes one by surprise and so much skin! Look at it, it's all there, with red fabric and high heels. "You look -amazing-! I think there were songs written about visions like you, in fact I am rather certain there were." And then, cheesy big grin face and vocalized "GLeeeeeee! It works! It works right? Lookit!!" hip bump bedamned, he juggles mocktail and cocktail sticks to offer an honest to god bearhug a'la beast. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Ehhhh," Ted says in reply, giving Shannon's hands a light squeeze as she slips her's into his. "Ah mean, out of th' two of us, yer probably the lighter on the feet." He looks to the dance floor, shifts his shoulders a little bit, glances back to Shannon. "Y'sure? Ah mean, ah'm not known fer mah dance skills. Prolly just stand still and shift m'arms back and forth," he says, about half joking. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Good to meet you, Lucas." Indira says as she finds herself with company near the edge of the dance floor. She flashes the newest student a wide grin as she gestures a gloved hand towards the floor. "The first rule of dancing: Don't overthink it. Dancing is human nature, it's in our bones right back to the earliest men and woman who heard a beat. If you've ever bobbed your head to a song then you're halfway there. Just feel the music and follow through with your feet." She takes a few steps so she's clear of the trees and hikes up the front of her saree just enough so her feet can just be seen. She does a few side to side steps, punctuating the beat with the impact of her feet. "If you use the front of your feet more than your heels, you'll be able to move faster. Keep the rest of yourself loose. You're a leaf in the wind!" 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "--wait what?!" she questions, as Rosie is dragged onto the dance floor, her eyes going wide as she gulps nervously.     "Jeremy Ah ain't allowed ta dance!" she squeaks out before she disappears into the throngs of the students dancing to the beat that the Blues Pirates are bumping -- and the short blonde with the pixie cut gives a squeak on the floor, awkwardly trying to escape! 

:'''{{#var:9861|Gray (9861)}} has posed:''' Gray chuckles quietly and takes Jeremy's hand, "Whatever ya say, man." He lets himself be pulled from the table, grabbing his hat at the last possible second and settling it back atop his head. His free hand tapping out the rhythm on his thigh, "Lead the way." Rosie gets a little bit of a confused frown, "Why ain't ya allowed to dance?" He leans over to try giving the blonde with the pixie cut a kiss on the cheek, "This is a dance. You're allowed to have fun, darlin'." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "I'm sure," Shannon replies, giggling and doing her best to draw Ted out onto the dance floor. "Come on, let's go join the others. At least if we're going to make fools of ourselves, it'll be all together, right?" With that, she's laughing and moving to join the rest of the team out on the dance floor, swaying and taking each encouraging step out there in sync with the beat of the music.      After all, how bad could it -really- be to let her hair down and just goof off for once? 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     "I should hope you don't think I'm old." Alexis sticks her tongue out a moment at Sam as she smiles up at him.     "Never did like the word 'intended'. Calls too much to fate, which would make us star-crossed and then, we all know where *that* goes." Alexis sips her strawberry water again.     ".... someone should make sure the likely suspects did not sneak alcohol into the event." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "It's surely worked so far. Bobby and I came together, arrived arm in arm. Held hands once to make sure it worked. So far so good." Oh but you cannot wipe that smile off of Rogue's face, or the sheer joy that she gains at Henry's reaction to what she's wearing and how she looks. The bearhug a'la Beast is surely returned. There's nothing. Not even a tingle. She lets the hug last for longer than a beat before she pulls back and resumes the position next to Hank. The latex-shield she wears has been damn near perfected down to the microscopic adhesion, and in some glorious way a Hank can do, while she can't wear it for forever, he's even got it down to where it doesn't 'rub off' onto others. Not easily anyway. "Anyway. Thanks. For the compliments and all of this...Bobby was impressed too. I doubt anyone else will notice. Hell, I almost wonder if anyone'll recognize me." She laughs at that and gives a shake of her head. "Nights goin' well at least, yeah?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will nod and kiss Alexis' cheek, and head to talk to the bartenders and wait staff. He trusts them, but taking a look himself is a good thing. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Squeezing on Rosie's hand, it appears that Jeremy isn't about to let her go! He lets out a soft laugh, leaning over to kiss her other cheek after Gray sneaks in a smooch. He gives her a small 'tug tug' before they finally get on to the dance floor. When the song shifts to a more blusey rock vibe that belongs to the beaches, he begins to sway a bit side to side as he draws the other two towards him in a bit of an awkward circle. He gives a glance over towards Indi and her dance lesson to Lucas, trying to pick out some tips as well. Just move your body and be a leaf on the wind? He's more of a stiff piece of cardboard, but he'll try. As he sways his hands joined with Gray and Rosie's, he tries his best to put a bit more rhythm into him, even if he comes off as an awkward duck. <> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Indira is right, that no matter when and how, human usually can keep the beat and dance, some with talents, some without. For Lucas, it is obviously with hesitation but - thanks to a lack of self-conciousness - without fear of ridicule. It's a good thing too, for as he follows Indira's directions, he soon starts to /dance/ - well, maybe not the best dancer, but at least he is trying. Maybe if he could relax a bit, it would help in the fluidity of his movements. For now, he looks more like a tall guy annoyed with pebbles in his shoes than a leaf in the wind. "I guess it's like swimming, and gets easier with practice." Like most people learning to dance, Lucas keeps looking at his feet, his arms kept along his chest, unsure what to do with them. But is is /fun/, as indicated by the smile on his face. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' The music smoothly shifts, something with an older synth vibe to the musicality yet still just as pop as the last couple of songs. It was a cover a song others might not be familiar with. There were looped in vocals that had been recorded earlier, a voice that some might recognize as Andrea herself though it was blended to be part of the music. Later in the song that vocal will join Jay and the band. "Three friends, taking on the world together Big plans in a bigger world Still kids afraid of being young forever Young eyes watch life unfurl..." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "It'll take them a moment or ten, because you don't look remotely like you usually do. Belle of the ball, Anna-Marie," Indeed, there was no rub-off, this took time to get right, for sure and certain. Hank beams, then lets it simmer down to pure pleasure at seeing her be 'free' for a night. He proffers a pineapple chunk on a stick. "It looks like it. A night of normality and trees, sugary overload and some golden oldies," he ticks his chin up lifting an ear to the sounds the bands are playing. Oh, yes, the set certainly harkens back, but if it's not broke, why fix? He nods toward Jeremy, Rosie and Gray, points out Indira, Shannon and Ted. "My memories were of doing the safety dance, practically." 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "I'm Indira by the way!" Said teen announces to Lucas over the volume of the music. "You're getting it! Moving your arms will help with balance." She coaches next as she shifts her arms with the beat, complete with a lot of fluid hand gestures that seem to come reflexively to her. Trained at some point in her life in classical Indian dance, perhaps. "Think of yourself like another instrument playing a part in the song." Her motions slowly pick up pace to mesh with the flow of the synth-pop song, though here and there she'll slow down to emphasize a step or gesture to Lucas. "It is like swimming. The more you do it, the looser your body'll get. Once you get comfortable with one way of doing it, you build on it. You dance faster, more complex; just follow your comfort level." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie escapes through the crowd of other students, her face red, sunglasses askew as she slips her way towards the back of the club where the bathrooms are, looking a little panicked. She takes a deep breath once she's out of the crowd, fixes her glasses, and goes to wall flower behind a pillar, giving a side-eye to Rogue and McCoy. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      As Shannon moves with Ted out onto the dance floor, to join Indira, Lucas, Jeremy, Rosie, and Gray, she pauses, waving over to Dr. McCoy. But something else was different. Who was that next to....      "Oh, my."      First one finely arched brow lofts, then the other, her eyes going wide. That couldn't be! But it was! It was actually miss Rogue, able to let her hair down for a night! Grinning wider now, she waves to them both, before joining her teammates on the dance floor.      She was going to have one heck of a talk with Dr. McCoy later! 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue flushes a little, looking over the dancers and the wallflowers, the chaperones, and other guests. Her head nods to the beat of the music as one song flows into another. "A night of mostly normal is nice, for sure." Then she chuckles, and takes a slow breath. "I ain't got memories of anything like this. Ya don't make memories by runnin' away from home. If I was a little younger I'd likely go and interrupt a dance or two just to say I danced at a prom. But I figure it's a little taboo for a chaperone to dance with students or even other faculty." She laughs again. "I might go snag me a drink though." Then she pauses. "And I might pass through the dance floor. Say hi. Nothin' wrong with at least that, right?" Then she spies Rosie practically running off the dance floor and all of her thoughts are derailed. "Hold those thoughts Henry. I'll be right back." And there's a soft *click clack* of heels on floor as she moves over and towards Rosie. "Rosie? Darlin' you alright there?" 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted is more-or-less drawn out to the dance floor. He's... uncertain, as he's built more for strenght than grace. Still he does his best and sort of stiffly moves in time to the music with Shannon, grinning a bit. "M'ah doing this ok?" he says. "Ah think ah should've taken this jacket off, m'gonna rip it of I raise my arm more'n about here," he says, arm about 45 degrees out, but he tries to dance with her a bit more. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Observing Indira's movements for a moment, Lucas slowly nods. Simple enough, right? Keeping the beat with his feet, the young man starts moving his arms with the rythm, at first more like trying to cut the air. Something feels wrong and uncomfortable. Stepping back, Lucas quickly kicks off his shoes. There! Forcing himself to relax, Lucas resumes his previous position, inhaling deeply. Now a bit more comfortable - damn new shoes - Lucas gets back right on the beat, seeming enjoying dancing, which translates into his arms now moving with less purpose, and more feeling in them. But it still feels forced and awkward, so Lucas instinctively adds some hip sway, always to the beat. After a time, the routine being internalized, the whole movements gets almost perfectly coordinated and, relaxed, with even some form of groove in them. He might be a natural - or a great learner. "You are a very good dancer, Indira, thank you for teaching me." 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     Alexis gives a smile to Sam as he goes to investigate and make sure none of his tenders are serving alcohol to the mutant highschool, and she remains off to the side, monitoring the situation, her sharp eyes looking over dresses and she pauses, giving a soft 'mm' sound.     ... I should encourage everyone to take a dance class. Can't be that bad." she murmurs in amusement. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When Rosie peels herself away and runs off, Jeremy gives a few slow blinks in confusion. He stops moving, then squints his eyes from behind his glasses. He gets a nudge from Gray who ambles off through the crowd in search of her, leaving him on the dance floor as everyone ebbs and flows around him. Reaching up, he rubs the back of his neck for a moment before he gives a glance around, then starts back for their table, sliding down into his seat with a thump. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' After three fast songs and getting people on the floor, it was time to shift. Give the people a moment to catch their breath or snuggle up with their sweetheart(s). The pace of the music shifted to a slow love song. "The strands in your eyes That color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky never revealing their depth..." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "Heightened blood pressure, increased and rapid heartrate, impending sense of doom, sweating -- oh, that's the slow song -- Ah'm having a panic attack." Rosie states, looking up to Rogue as she attempts to calm down by taking a very clinical look at what's happening to her.     She takes a deep breath, and she looks up to Rogue.     "You look stunnin', Miss Rogue." she smiles, and then reaches up, running a hand over her spiked up hair. "Ah cut my hair." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will make the circuit through the club. He smiles a bit remembering dances when he was younger, and gives his brother a thumbs up when he is near the stage. Sam stands watching from beside one of the big trees, thinking not to long ago, that was him and his friends. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy raises his mocktail in salute to Shannon, looking aside at Rogue as she's recognized, winks and sips the outrageously sugary slush mix, with his eyebrows inching up as he stares at the far wall. Murmured "I think they do recognize you," he offers "And honestly, to dance at a dance, whether you're a chaperone or not, is not unheard of. You should, if you want to steal a memory the ordinary way." He lightly elbows Rogue, then apparently they have become a hiding spot for Rosie. He looks the other way, toward Rosie, and the floor, her friends and back. "They did the terrifying thing, didn't they?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "It looks good, Rosie. I like it. Wish I could be brave enough ta do somethin' like that." Rogue offers this and then she smiles. "And thanks. Dr. McCoy worked hard to fix up somethin' for me so I could have nights out like this. Figured prom was the best night to give it a good trial run." Explaining this and then she tilts her head. "Alright. Deep breaths are good. In thru tha nose and out thru the mouth. Do ya need any help? Should I take you back to yer table? I'm sure your dates'll be awful worried about you." Hank would have gotten a smirk and a nod. "Maybe. Would be nice to make memories and not take them." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "Would be nice to make memories and not embarrassments." Rosie counters quietly, and she takes a deep breath.     "Wasn't allowed to dance when I grew up. Indy dances beautifully. She told us all to dance. I got scared an' didn't wanna cause anyone ta loose their guts." she states embarrassedly, and she looks over her shoulder back to her table.     "An' hurt Jeremy' sfeelin's in the process, I think." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy looks left and right at the women that are beside him, young and younger. He stuffs his cocktail sausages and pineapple chunks in his mouth, takes the full mocktail slush by storm and INSTANTANEOULSY gets that look of brain freeze. But whilst struggling through it, he sets the empty and the sticks in the glass, down and claps hands together. "Alright. Get ready for it," rubbing palms, he begins. The great bootie-wiggle elbows glued to his sides safety dance where he stands on the spot and just moves to a beat that is all too exagerrated. Because it's very hard to be embarassed by doing the shuffly two-step when someone else is making an utter fool of themselves doing the macarena as a follow-up. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Glad to teach you! And thanks." Indira says to Lucas with a confident wink and a quick flourishing spin as the last of the upbeat songs comes to an end. And as the slower songs start, the teen gives a click of her tongue and a puff of breath. "Slow songs, augh. I'm not one for the slow swaying in a circle, it totally kills my pace." She takes note of Rosie bolting, Grey following, the chaperones doing the adult thing, and ultimately Jeremy slumping off at the table. There's a quick jerk of her head back towards the table as she says towards Lucas, "Intermission. This looks like time for a virgin colada. Actually, swap that." She says with a wave of her hand in the air like erasing invisible letters. "Miami Vice. Hit the bar," She indicates with a point. "And check on him for me real quick? I gotta de-wall a flower." And then she's striding right across the dance floor towards where Rogue is trying to perk up a drooping Rosie. "Girl, I think it's high time we talked." While the words would sound ominous, her normal outgoing and confident voice is mellowed and subdued, even when she adds aside to Rogue in deference of her being the grown-up, "If it's okay." 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Whilst dancing, Ted manages to bring his shoulder up about 46 degrees and manages to tear a bit of his jacket. "Aw, dang," he murmurs, and tells Shannon he'll be right back. He moves toward an empty chair, removing his jacket in the process to drape it over the back of it, lest he cause it more harm. He spies Jeremy and smiles and gives him a wave as well, "Jer," he says in way of greeting. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a glance to Ted, Jeremy offers up a quick smile as he fiddles with his phone in his hands. He looks over at the tear on his clothes and frowns. << What happened? >> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' With a nod, Lucas steps back and puts his shoes on again. This was nice, and fun. Tilting his head at the mention of /virgin colada/, he shrugs and heads for the table with the nice variety of goodies, sandwiches, desserts and fruits he doesn't seem to know what they are. Opting for safe picks first, he grabs a sandwich and a couple cupcakes, then spots the bowl with pickles, adding some to his place. There, nice mix. To start with, anyway. This dancing thing really made him hungry. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' This time the tone shifted. The music picked up more a rockabilly sort of vibe, that country undercurrent while still having a more up beat tempo. It started slower, more acoustic almost, then later kicked in hard. This one was an original song, one that had been written by Jay when he was with the band back home in Kentucky. Before...everything. Sam likely would recognize it from back then. "Take me on up to Detroit city Jails are full, the factories empty Mommas crying, young boys dying Under that red white and blue still flying Drop me off in Baltimore Where every other window got a plywood board Where dreams become drugs and guns The only way out is to shoot or run "Stick that in your country song..." " The song got more aggressive as it continued, in vocal tone and music. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie... tilts her head as Beast starts dancing. Her brows knit. Her mouth opens, and then closes, and she honestly does try to take the shuffling seriously, with a modicrum of decorum... but she raises her gloved hands to her mouth, and gives a bit of a giggle, and then rubs the back of her head. "Ah... Ah guess if such a /distinguished/ fella can get away with it--" she begins -- and then Indy makes her way over.     Her eyes go wide, and she rubs the back of her head -- "Ah... Ah am tryin', Ind--" she states, and she's momentarily distracted by the Blues Pirates going Country. That... that she likes. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "It's just a slip up, Rosie, darlin'. You'll get used to it. An' remember...you ain't with them folks what told ya you couldn't dance or nothin'. You're with us...and we're lettin' ya." Rogue smiles and then she stands up straight, and gives a glance to Indira as the woman comes over. "If Rosie don't mind you takin' over to talk to her for a moment. She just needed to catch her breath and all." She smiles then. "I'm gonna go find Jeremy and make sure he's okay too. It'll be alright Rosie, don't you fret none." That sweet southern tone is there as she takes a step or few back and then glances to Hank. Then she laughs. "Oh lord...someone needs to get the video of this!" And she's still laughing, as everyone sort of switches up, while she turns and moves off to make quick work of *click clacks* to Jeremy's table. She smiles. "Hey Jer." 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Ah, turns out ah'm pretty bad at pickin' out jackets," Ted explains to Jeremy. "Shirt's a little tight too but it'll prolly hold. Ah hope ah don't have to owe them too much for it," he says, cheerful despite it all. He does look around though, "Ah, what's up with you? Thought y'd be out cuttin' a rug, as it were." He gives his friend another smile, though Rogue wanders over too so he takes a moment to check the coat, then drape it over his chair. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn hasn't been to the club since..In a while anyway, and heck, life has been pretty hectic with other things going on..But she wanted to check into the party, even if her date couldn't make it and she ended up being super late. Was it even still going on, she wondered? But as she stepped in, hearing the lyrics to Jay's awesome pirates band she grinned, stepping towards the dance floor, decked out in a bright green skater dress, paired with short white boots and gloves, dressed more for dancing than anything super formal, and started to dance and twirl and sing along to the beat. She waves to a few recognizable faces, grinning and nodding to a dancing Beast. "Hey, nice moves!" 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' There's a quick not to Rogue and Indira steps aside to let her pass before she turns to Rosie, though not without needing to stifle a snicker at Hank's display. "Look, life doesn't give out good hands. Some of us don't get the easy ones. You could probably drop a building on someone. If I touch someone, it's like licking a battery on a good day and a taser on a bad one. So, yeah, no making out with a hot date when the adults aren't looking for me." She leans herself against the side of the pole and looks down to Rosie. "You were told you're a monster. So was my family. Guess what? You can't control what life throws at you. You can't control what other people think. Know what you can control? You. You control your fear, and determine if it's really how You feel or what someone else tells you that you should be feeling. Why should someone get to tell you what matters to you? How to enjoy your life? Someone gave you life. Your mom, a divine being; whatever you want to believe. Life is a gift given to you. Do we expect someone to tell us what to do with a present? Or do they give it to us trusting us to find a way it'll make us happy?" She gestures her head towards the dance floor and the whirling, furry, blue dervish. "Free will. The big human right, right? What's the purpose of living if it isn't to find the joy in it and what makes it actually worth living? The only people out there right now are the ones people want to say aren't worth living. Well guess what? We /are/ living, and I for one am not wasting a second of it letting someone who is too miserable with their own lives tell me how to live mine." She jerks a thumb back towards the tables as she then says, "Come on. Let's grab some water and a breather. The big hoopla is probably going to start soon, so there'll be an excuse to watch someone else take the spotlight for awhile." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I'm having fun. Rosie is just .. having a moment and Gray is having a moment. So, I'm just going to focus on some work. >> Jeremy says to Ted as he gives him a quick smile, tapping his thumbs along the glass of the phone. He sways a bit back and forth to the music, really enjoying the beat of the Blue Pirates. This is a great song and it's even making him bounce a bit in his seat. <> Reaching down to unbutton his, he shrugs out of his own and lets it settle behind him on the back of the chair. At least he can breathe a bit more. At the sight of Rogue, he tilts his head upwards and offers a smile. << Hi. >> 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy flings his arms up for a moment, then does the moonwalk back a few paces, which does not go with country music at all. This was solely to get to a spot where he could hook his thumbs to his belt, stared down at his feet and do a spot of line-dance moves to the country song being played. All the activity is below the belt, with him just lacking the cowboy hat. "It is an experiment in choreography, miss Megan. But thank you! Is it having any desired effect?" -- Not really, but it has made a few people laugh, so now he can take it a bit more seriously, scuff-shuffle, dosie-do on the spot, ball change, slide, toe-heel, shift-change... 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie goes a little pale as Rogue goes to talk to Jeremy.     She then rubs the back of her neck a little more as Indira speaks. She opens her mouth a couple of times, maybe to argue, maybe to explain, but ultimately her hazel eyes just look... defeated. Her shoulders sag and she rubs her left arm.     "Ah... Ah'll do my best, Indira." she states quietly -- and then a little more hushed:     "Your sari is /goregous/, by the way." she attempts a compliment -- but it was earnest, the compliment making her own eyes light up a little.     "... an' yeah, Ah got a bit scared, but mostly 'cause I don't wanna make people throw up on their Prom night."     She pauses.     "Ah heard that comes later." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie grins at Jay playing one of his original songs. this might be one of the first times Sam has got to hear it live. He taps his foot to it, but does make his way back to Alexis. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Ah'm sure she will," Ted says, "It ain't bad yet, s'why ah took it off." He nods to Jeremy. "Well, ah don't want ya t' be workin' on a fun night. Ah guess lemme know if ah can help," he says, rubbing the back of his head. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn continues to giggles at Henry. "Awwe you're Soo funny! But I think you're a couple decades behind..Here, try this step!" She easily slides into a practiced line dance herself, keeping pace with Henry's steps and grins, nodding her head. "Awee, you were just kiddin, you're pretty good at this, even keeping up with the young-ins like me!" she twirls and waves to Jay and his band as she continues dancing. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon turns towards Ted at -just- the right moment, covering her mouth briefly. "Oh, dear." The man had his pride, after all, so she wasn't going to make a big fuss about it. But she did move to join him at the table, sliding into a seat and offering a light smile. She takes a quick look at the offending tear on the jacket, and smiles a bit more. "This one'll be an easy fix," she says. "No damage to the fabric itself, just the seam decided to give way. I can take care of that when we get back."      She stays put at the table for the time being, giving a little flick of her wings and preening for a few moments. Not for the first time that night, her brows shoot about halfway up her forehead. "Daaaaaaaaang, look who's got the moves! Go, Dr. McCoy, go! Holy sh... Megan, wow! You go, girl! Woot, woot!" Laughing, she applauds and cheers him on, enjoying the company, the music, and the evening overall. 

:'''{{#var:9059|Alexis Carr (9059)}} has posed:'''     Alexis has been watching, but keeping her distance from the students, toying with the ring posed so well on her gray gloves. She gives a little smile as Sam returns to her, and she leans against him for a moment.     "I don't suppose we can convince Jay to produce a Vienna Waltz or something?" she teases Sam, and then she gives a smile to McCoy as he makes a perfectly wonderful example for the other students with his dancing. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue gives a smile to Jeremy and then motions to sort of behind her. "Just wanted to let you know that Rosie's fine. Just needed a minute. Ain't used to things like this. Then again, s'pose there may be a handful of us what isn't." Then she reaches a very ungloved hand out to boop Jeremy's nose. But there's nothing. No tingle, no merged memories or stolen powers. A glance to Ted and Shannon and she smiles gently. "Don't you two look elegant. All three of you really." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Hiding in the shadows is generally not the native habitat of one Jean Grey, but tonight she's been doing just that. Or, she's just been scaring the living bejeezus out of some of the more hellish students trying to sneak up on the roof to drink and have their own party. Probably the later, given several latecomers have yet to leave the dance floor after arriving a short time ago and keep looking around nervously. As an unseen signal, the music eases up and the headmistress comes on stage. She's wearing a long, fitted black dress with a muted gold belt and a gold necklace with a simple X pendant; understated but still elegant and always repping. In her hand is a simple ivory envelope. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming this evening. I hope that you're all having a great time - I know you are, Hank - and that you're making wonderful memories. It is that time of the evening where we read off the votes cast for this year's Prom royalty." And with a gesture of her free hand, over floats two low profile crowns on crushed red velvet cushions glowing pink. One crown is gold and adorned with inset rubies. The other is silver and sapphire. With a flick of her thumb, the envelope seal is popped and unfolds itself. Several of the students begin crowding the edges of the dance floor, probably expectant that they'll be the winners, such as one LeeRoy "Kamikaze" Jenkins. "By popular vote, I'd like to announce this year's Prom Royals as Shannon Lance and Jeremy Statton!" She gestures for said winners to join her on stage, with her voice whispering to them both with a ghostly psychic chuckle, << You're welcome to give speeches and dance if you like, or grab them and run. No judgement from me either way, I can create a diversion. >> Jean - she's got your back, be it supporting you in the classroom or the battlefield or causing a blackout to aid a hasty escape from awkward teenage milestones. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' "Ooooh, oh. Later, later you're hitting up my room and I'll find you one that'll fit you perfect. I have a million and I bet you could rock it." Indira says to Rosie with a brilliant smile. "And that only happens if you can't hold the drinks that definitely did not come from this bar. Come on! Up you get. You don't belong on the floor. You're beautiful. You're powerful. Stand up and show them." She gestures an up-up towards Rosie and with a jerk of her head she's turning to head back towards the group table. She barely gets there when Jean takes the stage and the winners are announced. Decorum be damned, because the cheer she gives for her two fellow New Mutants is practically a roar complete with raucous clapping. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Oh heeeeeeeey!" In synch with Megan, Hank grins at her, going through to the end of the song with a chuckle for Shannon's cat calling, he stills his feet to pay attention once Jean takes the stage, because this is where the fun REALLY begins. He edges to the sidelines, then at the call for the prom royalty, sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles shrill, applauding thereafter. "Here, here!" he also tips the invisible hat to the enjoyment spotlight, now that he's not in it any more. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' There is a wiggle of Jeremy's nose as he feels the boop from Rogue. He squints his eyes as he doesn't feel her powers kick in, then gives a small giggle as he tilts his head up at her. << Oh, cool. You found a cheat code. >> Before he can say anything else, he hears his name over the speakers from Miss Grey, causing his body to stiffen, eyes widening from behind his thin glasses. He looks over towards the stage, then back towards the crowd as he gives a loud, visible swallow. He takes in a deep breath, then pushes himself upwards to his feet, followed by sliding his jacket back on as he starts for the stage. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie returns to the table just as Jeremy is called up, she claps for him, excitedly, forgetting momentarily about the absolute horror fo having to try on Indira's clothing, and in that moment she gets to be so proud of her boyfriend, clapping and cheering for the black-and-red-clad boy! 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Oh," Ted says as the names are called. "Ah guess congrats then," he tells Jer and Shannon, bowing his head lightly. "My Lieges." His tone has a good bit of mirth in it, "Go get yer award," he says to Shannon, playfully shooing her up there. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn grins and winks to Hank. "Not bad yourself, blue!" and then she'll wave to him and hurry to join Shannon at the table once she spots her, grinning. "Woooow, shannon! Congrats! That's sooo awesome! Go on, get your crown, girl!" she'll lean over and playfully boop her on the nose! Ted is given a nod and smile too. "Hey, Ted, how goes?" and a nod to whoever else is at their As she hears Jeremy's name being called, she grins and waves to him too. "Hey Jer, congrats!" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon's cheeks turn lightly rosy, and she smiles warmly to Rogue. "Aww, thank you kindly, miss Rogue. But you forgot to include yourself among the elegant. Shame on you for the oversight." Keeping her voice a bit low, she adds, "I might have a question or two for you and I'm guessing Dr. McCoy about how you managed this one later on, if that's okay?"      She's just reaching for Ted's, Jeremy's, and yes, even Rogue's hand in turn, offering each a light squeeze, when there is a metaphorical -thunk- on the table at the announcement. The normally unflappable winged healer in training has been struck utterly, completely silent, caught glancing from Ted, to Miss Grey, to Jeremy, and back to Ted.      "Holy shiitake mushrooms."      Leaning over, she hugs Ted fiercely, whispering something to him, before getting up to stride towards the stage, chin lifted just a notch in surprisingly regal defiance, despite Megan booping her snoot, making her wiggle her nose like a rabbit's.      Still, she smiles, for who could be mad at that, really?. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Once both of the students have arrived on the stage, Jean adorns their heads with the crowns with a smile that's full of pride. "You've both come a long way. I know some may see this silly, but your peers and your friends - your family - see you as standout members of this school. Let this remind you that you matter." And with a dip of her head, the headmistress steps back to let them have their moment in the spotlight. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue claps her hands before doing a finger-whistle while Jeremy and Shannon go to retrieve their crowns. She's not expecting speeches, really, but she'll listen if any are given. A glance to Rosie after a moment, she leans over, "You feelin' better, sugah?" Asking that while letting her clapping die down with everyone else's as Jean speaks again. Then, after hearing any answer from Rosie, she turns and makes her way to the snacks and drinks. She was getting parched and hungry. And really she likely only has an hour and some change before she has to make it back to school and shower her coating off. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Once he makes his way on to the top of the stage, Jeremy offers up a quick smile to Jean, then gives a glance out towards the crown as he listens to them cheer and clap for him and Shannon. He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as he clears his throat. He glances upwards at the crown upon his head, then back towards his friends and faculty. He gives a glance over towards the DJ Booth as he reaches out with his powers to connect to them so that his voice can make it's way through the speakers. << Hello everyone. >> He begins as his voice modulates all around them through the surround sound. It's a soft tone, his own voice and not SIRI. << This is my first school dance. This is my first normal school year, actually. >> Reaching up, he takes the crown off his head and stares at it for a few moments as he stubs his foot against the ground a few times, nervously. << I just want to thank everyone for being a good friend to me and a good teacher. It meant a lot to overcome the last few years and to feel normal again. I used to wonder what that word meant when I was younger. I had normal friends who had normal families. They had parents that loved them. I had parents that ignored me. I had friends that made me do their homework instead. I spent most of my life being really angry and jealous. For years I wished to die, especially after one really bad day. Some of you know about it. >> He stubs his foot a few more times, stub stub. << But, this year, Xavier's taught me that I am normal, that the world around me is abnormal. I am graduating this year, starting a new job, starting college, a new life. Thank you to everyone who has been apart of my growth and healing. Thank you for giving me a purpose and a reason to live. >> He puts the crown back on to his head, shifting it in place before he lifts a hand up to rub at his nose. << That's all. >> 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn brings her fingers to her lips and whistles as she jumps and waves to her two friends on stage. "Woo, you're awesome Jer, Shan! Way to go!!" Yeah, she's hyper too much and probably had too much sugar. So what else is new? 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted gives Shannon an amused look at her fake swearing and another hug before again shooing her toward the stage. He sits back down in his chair and listens to Jer's speech and applauds as well, and gives him a bit of a thumbs up in his own goofy way. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' Indira is still cheering. She abandoned the table to crowd up through her fellow students - like it or no - to stand at the front so she could be right there to support her teammates. She's beaming up at them as she claps, and it's a good thing she's got those gloves on or she'd probably be setting off a few accidental sparks. The ends of her hair are already frizzed with static thanks to her excitement. She does turn down her volume at least so as not to disrupt the speeches, but given the vibration of energy from her it'll probably be all bets off once they're done. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon dips a low curtsey worthy of one given to a queen, holding her head steady as the silver and sapphire crown floats down to come gently to rest amidst her pale gold hair. Rising to her feet, she takes two steps back, her wings folded flat against her back as Jeremy takes the stage. Listening to him, she tries to think for a moment. What could she offer, to equal that which she had been given?      All she had was herself.      Cracked, flawed, even broken at times, but it was better than nothing.      Finally, when her turn came to speak, she steps right up to the mic, something of a pensive look on her face despite the smile. "It's been almost two years since my folks brought me here. We were just looking for Dr. McCoy, and lucked out finding the school as well. In the time since I've been here, I've heard the stories of a lot of you, and each one's torn me up inside just a little bit more. It reminds me how lucky I am, not just to have the family I do by blood...."      Looking out at each and every single person in turn, from Miss Grey on down to the wallflowers on the other side of the room, she smiles. "...but to also have the family we've all built here. God only knows there's times I'll admit to being broken, and wondering if I've been wanted or needed, but making everything look normal. Instead, I should be reaching out to my family here more."      There's actually a bit of mist in her eyes as she gazes out upon everyone, taking a deep breath and letting out a cleansing sigh. A couple crystalline droplets trickle down her face, right there on stage in front of peers and teachers alike. "Thank you all for having more faith in me than I do in myself sometimes. I hope I can keep giving back to all of you, the way you have all given so much to me." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy applauds the speeches both, his eyes just a little misty as he looks at both Jeremy and Shannon in turn. Pride can take a lot of shapes, this one is big, blue and his chest is threatening to rip his poet's shirt with the swell. They do grow up so fast. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' After the Royal Couple were announced and got their moments on the stage, the Blue Pirates returned to their spots at the mics. The tone stayed with the country feel but this time it was a slow song, befitting of the Royal Dance. "Everytime our eyes meet this feeling inside me is more than I can take Baby when you touch me I can feelhow much you love me And it just blows me away "I've never been this close to anyone or anything I can hear your thoughts I can see your Dreams... 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When the band comes back on to play an iconic slow song, Jeremy glances over to Shannon. He steps in towards her and reaches out with one hand to slide into hers, while the other settles against her waist. He gives a few slow blinks of his eyes as he shuffles in a bit closer by another half step. As his fingers curl around hers, he takes in a deep breath, then offers her up a quick, half smile. << Doot. >> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon holds her wings out of the way as the Royal Dance begins, content to let Jeremy take the lead on this one. She smiles a bit, easing into the steps, the delicate silk and taffeta of her skirt swishing and sparkling with every movement.      "Doot. I'm glad friends can dance, too. Crown looks good on you, Jer."      Her eyes cross in comical fashion as she tries to peer up at the crown on her head, chuckling lightly. "Never expected that in a million years. Your speech was pretty awesome. Wonder if mine will make a difference for anyone here. I bet yours will." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' The dance started with the Royal Couple but others could join as well. Then once that faded, it was time to get the party started up again. The slow songs and country were set aside the Pirates brought out another rock song with a great dance beat and heavy percussion. "Going down like a dead man walking One step from a body in a coffin Just one, one of the fallen Waking up to a blood moon howling Can't drown it out, even with the medicine Tearing through me like a bullet of adrenaline..." 

:'''{{#var:9712|Xiomara Batista (9712)}} has posed:''' Better late than never! Xiomara had been gone from the school for a couple of months. Due to some family things, the deal had been modified to allow for her to leave the school and be under the supervision of her parents. But she had known prom was coming up and there was no way she was missing this one. When she entered, the dress she wore met dress code requirements. Somehow. THe dress was red and form fitting, the top in a halter style with a bit of material joining the skirtt below. The skirt was longer with a short train, that was held off the floor if she wanted by a little loop that went around her wrist, making it floor length instead. The back was...non existent. A few straps that held everything in place and accentuating the booty! Her hair was down and styled to show off the natural curl in it. "LOS MUERTOS IN THE HOUSE!" she called out at the top of her lungs as he sashayed her way in. Once she is well in the crowd, and away from the chaperones mostly, she had to add with her brightest smile and Spanish accent. "What's up, bitches?! Didja miss me?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue's time is surely running out, and it's likely best she get back to school to shed her skin - almost literally. Still... It would have been nice to of gotten a dance in, but she's about to bibbidi bobbidi move her ass out of the club and back to the mansion. She glances around, but the ones she'd want to say goodnight to are all currently occupied. Besides, silent stealthy exits are best. Reaching down to take off her shoes just before she crosses the club to head for the exit. 

:'''{{#var:9674|Indira Bhandari (9674)}} has posed:''' And people thought Indira was fit to burst before. As she spots her roommate-slash-pal arrive to the party, there is a very literal shriek of joy from the teen. Back through the crowd she goes - with one yelp as someone gets a passing zap and a quick 'sorry!' - and erupts from the other side in a fluffy of blue and gold silk like an onrushing, fancy thunderstorm. "XIO! You made it!" She doesn't tackle the other girl for all it looks like she wants to and has to spend a moment rearranging her saree once she's come to a stop. "I knew you'd make it. Hah! Talk about being fashionably late, and you /are/ fashionable. You're /killing/ that! Girl, I missed you." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy catches sight of Cindarella bidding adieu for the sake of peeling like a lizard and getting horrible rashes. He lifts a hand to her though, fingerwaggling with a small smile as she makes her exit. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn cheers and applauds the two people on stage, smiling and waving to them. "Awesome speech! You two rock!" she calls, but now Megs is getting hungry and thirsty so she heads for the bar for a virgin pina colada and some finger food to go. And then with a final wave in passing to those she didn't get a chance to talk to at lenght, Megan slips out shortly after Hank does. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As they dance, Jeremy gives Shannon a smile and listens to her. Before he can say something, a familiar voice that he has longed to hear rings out through the club. He pauses, then lets out a surprised noise. He gives a quick, apologetic smile to Shannon before he slides his hands away from her. << Dance with Ted. >> He chirps to her before he hops off the stage and makes his way quickly over to his 'gang mate'. He lobs his arms around her for a quick, firm hug, almost stumbling into the latina. << Hola Mi Amiga! We have much to catch up on. >> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon bursts out laughing as Jeremy takes off to catch up with Xiomara, making her own way off of the stage and returning to sit with Ted. Smiling, she eases one wing and her arm around his shoulders, drawing him in for a fierce hug, unabashed at the open affection. Her head comes to rest on his shoulder, the crown somehow managing to stay in place amidst her hair, and she smiles, letting out a contented sigh.      For once, all was right with the world. Friends and family were all here, and minor miracles had been scienced into being.      But one thing was still missing.      Tilting her head up to look at Ted, she smiles warmly, a hint of rose coloring her cheeks. "Shall we dance?" 
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13370/X-Force: Looking for a lockdown

2021-05-26T04:21:09Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' At some point during the day, Betsy would have recieved a ghosted text message on her phone. A green bubble with white text and a blinking spider cursor. Her screen would have had a slight flicker to it as the words appeared. An 'address' of sorts. Longitude and Latitude. There is even a picture of what appears to be an aged warehouse with faded paint and the words: Atlas, scrawled across the front of large steel doors. The picture has not much else surrounding it. Just a wide open field a few miles away from 'town'. This is where Jeremy is waiting, just past ten at night as he sits in front of the warehouse. He is currently fiddling with his phone, dressed in all black as per usual. He has chained pants on, a long sleeved black shirt and a leather trench coat. His black hair is past his shoulders now and a pair of thin glasses can be seen peeking out from it, lit up with the glow of the screen in front of him. Soft music can be heard playing from the speakers of his phone, a bit of a synthy eletronic style tune that would make most people think about the eighties, nostalgia. Across the street is a parked black car, one of Xavier's rentals. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' There is no arrival of a car. Betsy opted to go the easier route. Well maybe not easier but faster by far. A trip to the shadow realm, moving through there and ignoring the entities that occupied that plane. Then she found the spot she needed. A mass began to emerge from a shadow not far from Jeremy. As it emerged, the darkness changed form into that of Betsy Braddock. She wore jeans with a pullover V-neck blouse in black. Short boots with a heel on her feet. Her hair was down. She stepped the rest of the way out. "Good evening. I hope I'm not late?" Travel in that realm could be tricky sometimes. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket to check the time on it, just to be sure. Then it was tucked back away in her pocket. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' When she materializes, Jeremy pushes himself up to his feet slowly, then reaches down to collect his backpack. Sliding it over his shoulder, he offers her up a nod of his head, followed by a brief smile. He slips the phone on to his shoulder holster, locking it into place, then plugs in an external battery to the bottom of it, then taps it on to begin charging. << Hello Psylocke. You are on time. I think. I was going down a rabbit hole and I may have lost track of the day. >> Turning his head to look up at the warehouse, he tilts his head to one side, then unzips his bag as he slips out a tablet. It flickers to life within his fingers as he holds it out to her to take, then shuffles himself around towards the warehouse doors. There is a biometric panel, covered in dust. As he leans forward, he blows on the glass, then reaches out to touch his hand to it. What follows is a low hum as the screen flickers with green light, followed by a clank as the doors slide open, revealing nothing but a pitch black warehouse and a large rusted rung in the middle of the floor. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "Oh good, I didn't want you to be stuck waiting," Betsy said with a smile. She was used to his manner now, his preference to use the phone for talking. She wasn't sure if they had even tried to work with him on his stutter. If he had wanted that, as part of his time at the school. She took the offered tablet, looking at the floorplan before her. It was extensive and impressive. Then she lifted her head to look at the warehouse. As Jeremy got the door open, she blinked and looked back to the image in front of her even as she took a few steps to walk inside. "So, what am I looking at compared to where we are?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << We are inside of an Atlas fifty two hundred series. This was once owned by a billionaire named Sterling Ambridge who killed himself after a night of binging on heavy narcotics, alcohol and daddy issues. He was paranoid that the Russians were going to bomb the US ten years ago and invested heavily in numerous fallout shelters across the country to sell to his very rich friends. Obviously, due to numerous signed treaties and stalemates, we never actually went to war and Mister Ambridge never needed it. He also most likely forgot about it because he spent money like fish drink water. I also took the liberty of removing this from several databases for the time being until we decide we like it. >> As Jeremy grabs the rung on the floor, he gives it a hard tug to reveal a long, deep dark shaft, which lights up with several rings of LED lights, followed by a low hum as a platform can be seen swiftly rising upwards. << Watch your step, it's a mile down. Wait until it locks into place, then follow me. >> Once it 'clicks', he makes his way down the small rungs of a ladder, ten of them, then hops to the platform as he waits for Betsy to join him. As he does, he reaches out to place his palm against another panel, watching it light up. Once all are on board, the platform begins to glide it's way downwards in a whirl of electricity. There is even some pleasant sounding music being played. << This is the main entrance and there is an exit a half mile to the south. A second elevator that opens up into the field and lets you out. Just in case one entrance was to become compromised due to nuclear fallout. The generators are self-regenerating and fueled by several hundred solar panels. >> Once the panel comes to a final stop, a pair of doors swish open to reveal the decomtamination room, which then leads out to the security room, filled with several televisions with numerous camera angles that give a perfect three-sixty view of the area. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' As the lift arrives, Betsy follows the instructions and waits until it is in place. Then she steps on board. As they descend, she does make a face. "If we do opt for this, first thing is to change that music. I've never been a fan of elevator music in any form. Perhaps remove it entirely or synch it to the likes of whoever is on board? I have no doubt you could do that." Once they arrive, she considers the tablet then looks at what is in front of her, stepping into the decontamination room. Seemed to have a small shower area, presumably to wash off any contamination, and some cabinets. She took the right into the security room and eyed all the cameras for the exterior and interior of the warehouse above. "Solar panels on the roof of the warehouse I'm guessing? 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << The music is interchangable. I can turn it off. >> Jeremy heads over to the control room and gives a smile as he looks around the camera feeds. He settles into a chair once he pulls a cloth off the top of it, then settles in and places his hands over a keyboard. He takes a few moments with his eyes closed as he synchronizes himself with the network within, whispering sweet nothings and coos to the coded software. Yes, we're dating now. Let me take you to dinner. << There are solar panels blended into the roof to look like shingles, there is also a small solar panel farm a few hundred yards away built into the ground and designed to look like the terrain. They bank enough energy to last through the winter months when the sun isn't as positioned optimally. >> Once he finishes linking himself to the system, he climbs out of the chair and makes a motion for her to follow him. From there, he will give a tour of the large open expanse of the living area, which has numerous televisions on the walls. The screens show several live feeds of different cities in the world. The kitchen area has two dining room tables designed for twenty people to feast at. There is a library, to main bunk rooms that can house three full families, an exercise and training room filled with equipment, a laundry room, a utility room with tools and storage, and two master bedrooms designed for the owners of the house that are private behind two security doors. There is also plenty of bathroom space. << There is a top of the line air filtration system built into the bunker. You can fart and it will be cleared within five seconds, sterilized. >> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' As he gives the grand tour, Betsy is looking from the floorplan displayed on the tablet to the rooms themselves. "We may want to modify this a bit. Maybe change the bunk rooms a little, give a few more sleeping areas that are more private. Set up a medical area somewhere." She's going through the different things they might need in her head. "Won't need a lot of changes though. This is quite the find. But definitely need some renovations." She peeked into one of the family bunk areas then loked over to Jeremy. "Very well done, Spyder." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of his head, Jeremy smiles and shrugs his shoulders upwards. He blows some long hair away from his face. << Thank you. I felt that this was the best one after narrowing down a field of at least twenty other locations. This one is an hour and a half away from the school, so it's not too far from support. Not that it means much for those who can teleport. >> As he shoulders the backpack with both straps, he gives them a tighten to ensure that it is secured. <> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "It has plenty of space and we can definitely work with it. It will save us time instead of starting from scratch. Can be usable as is but I really do want some modifications." At mention of sending her the details, she glanced over at him from her prerusal of the communal restroom/shower area. That probably should be added to the list for renovation. "I am curious the price tag involved. Please do send me all the details." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Money is just a litany of ones and zeroes. It can be ten cents or it can be ten million dollars. It can also be free and simply digtitally manipulated to have a transfer of ownership, scrubbed from the world and forgot about, or whatever. It may take some time to create a very specific historical trail, but I can do it. It's not stealing if you need it. But, if you want to know what the bank is holding it for, it's three million dollars. >> Jeremy gives a tap of his phone on his shoulder with a single finger, sending Betsy the details to her personal device. Encrypted of course. Never leave a trail. He gives a glance around the area a few times, then looks back to her with his unblinking dark eyes. << Tomorrow is prom. >> He gives an awkward smile to her. <> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' That gets a bit of a look. "I do want to know what the bank is holding it for. However, I may want us to create a dummy company for us to purchase it with. So there is no trail leading back to me. But I would like to buy it, not steal it. If it has been on the market for some time, they likely will accept a much smaller amount." She pushes the button on the tablet to put the screen to sleep then passes it back over to him. At mention of the prom, she has to smile. "You learned to tie a proper bow tiw? Or are you not going for the tuxedo look? I appreciate you opted to learn, no matter which type, instead of resorting to a clip-on. It's a sign of good character." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << My best friend Ted taught me how to tie it this morning after several failed attempts at watching videos on how to do it. Sometimes my brain and my hands do not work together. Computers I understand, a tie is a challenge. >> There is a small giggle from Jeremy as he brushes a hand through his hair, tucking it back behind an ear. He slips his phone off and taps it open, then scrolls to a picture before he holds it out to show her. It's him in a black tuxedo with red piping along the chest. A red vest beneath, along with a red tie. He just had it fitted and thus he is standing akwardly in front of a mirror with his phone up to take it. << Gray and I are wearing matching tuxedos and Rosie is wearing a really nice red and black dress. We all match. I don't know how to dance, but I am going to try it. It's the first and last dance I will ever be able to attend. >> On the topic of work, he gives a nod of his head again. <> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "Is the land available for purchase currently? If not, we can track down owners and have our 'business' make an offer there as well." Betsy then looked at the picture of him in the tux. "You clean up quite well, young man." A smile to show she's teasing him since he looks fine all the time of course. "Just an old saying. You are fine just as your usual self," she adds, remembering his autism and not wanting him to take that literally. "There will be other dances. Not proms, no. But at college, if you attend. Even at work there are parties. And once you are of age, there will be clubs. I have no doubt you will have many opportunities to dance." She does look a little more serious. "That is something I did want to bring up. You have quite the opportunity ahead of you with Stark Industries. Are you certain you want to wrap yourself up in all this?" She waves a hand toward the bunker but means X-Force as a whole. "It could destroy you were you to be found out." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I don't think I will find myself in many clubs. I don't like to be surrounded by loud people, flashing lights or music. It is very distracting and I am sure that those situations may smell bad. Young, sweaty bodies writhing around to music is hardly hygenic. >> Jeremy's lips twitch upwards as he looks at the photo of himself, then holsters the phone once more on his shoulder. He gives a look at himself, wrapped in shadows and chains, then lifts his eyes back up at her. << I didn't always dress like this. I only did when they started to hit me at school. When they would attempt to take away my diginity and my ego. When they did things to my body that most people are ashamed to speak about. >> Lifting a hand up, he rubs the back of his neck a few times with his black painted nails. << Now, I don't know what I would wear if I was to dress like other students. Black is an easy neutral color. It makes me feel strong. >> To the rest, he slowly nods his head, then glances off to the side in thought. <> He blows some hair from his face as he glances back at her, his eyes dark, unblinking as he tilts his head to one side slowly. << The benefit is that with X-Force, I will have checks and balances. >> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' She considers a moment, weighing what he said with her concerns. She has read his record. Knows what he has done. Probably will continue to do. At least with the team, he will have people to pull him back from that edge if he goes too far. "So be it." And that was the end of that. She did try to lighten the conversation, shifting back to clothing. "Far be it from me to ever tell someone how they should dress. I get enough of that judgement from people myself." Betsy smirks a bit at that then turns to head for the back exit. She wanted to check that out as well, to have given the place the full once over. "You dress how you want when you want. Eventually you will find what is 'you'. If it is this, great. If it is something else, that's fine as well. We all evolve as our lives continue." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy is honestly in his feedback as he shrugs his shoulders upwards with a smile on his face. <> As he leads her through the bunker into a door that opens into a tunnel, he heads down with an easy gait as more LED lights flicker to life as they go, lighting their way towards the rear entrance. Once they come upon the elevator, he summons the doors open. << Each exit has a ladder to climb up also in the case of a technological malfunction. That is, if you are okay in climbing a mile up to the surface. >> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "Well, when given the choice of climbing that mile or not climbing it and remaining stuck underground forever, I think the climbing is a good option. We may need to add some physical fitness to our training routines. Once we have actual training routines." She just smiled at his approval of her costume. Considering how much slack she got for it, it was nice not to be judged. Yet she liked it and it allowed her freedom of movement which is what she needed with her skill set. Adding to it was her body and she'd wear what she wanted. Well, her body now. Ahem. "Can you program it so I can bring some of the others to look? See what they think? Or you can bring them as well." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy has filled out a bit over the year. He's put on some weight, and even started to gain some muscle beneath all of his clothing, even if he is still a lanky boy. At least he looks less like a twig and more like probably a soccer player who is starting out. Though, good luck getting him to kick a ball around a field. << I can program it to have a code or a pass phrase, or a biometric design. If they come with me and press their hand against it, I can create a unique profile for their fingerprints and heat signatures. It also has a retinal scanner. Mister Ambridge really was paranoid. >> Once they take the elevator to the top, a silo like exit opens and they step out into a large field of farmland. He takes in deep breath of air, giving a look around. << What do you think? >> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "I think it will do very nicely," Betsy says as she looks around at the farmland. "I'll bring some of the others by to see if they agree. Though I've pretty much already made up my mind. Just down to the business we create making an offer and going from there. Hopefully we can knock at least half a million off. Maybe a full one." She glanced around again. "Start researching who owns all the land around here. I'd like a good fifty acres at least. More would be preferred since we will eventually need a hidden hangar. Once we actually get some sort of aircraft. But for now, we'll just make due to normal transportation." She grinned a little. "Or normal for us." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Nodding his head, Jeremy creates a bullet list of requests on his phone as they speak as his screen lights up and the words flow along it in a neat, concise manner. He gives a few scuffs of his foot along the ground to worry the grass beneath it into a smashed manner. << That is easy and I can have it all done by tomorrow. What do you think about the others that showed up for the meeting? Do you have opinions on them? >> As his hands slide into his jacket pockets, he rocks some back and forth on his ankles as he keeps himself loose and limber. The backpack causes him to teeter some as the weight shifts with his contents. He probably has two laptops inside. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "Most of them, I've worked with before at some time or other. Though Alex and Lorna have been doing their own thing for some time." She turns around, spotting where the warehouse is in relation to this hidden exit. Then she starts to walk that direction, at a sedate pace. Good thing she didn't wear stiletto heels or she'd be having to walk on the ball of her foot to keep from sinking into the dirt with each step. "Deadpool is the wild card." When she realized the phrasing, she smirked at herself. "I'm not sure what to think of him. I know he has a desire to do good, but I'm not sure how good he is at working with a team. Or even following orders. The little I know, he's generally been a solo act. A mercenary for hire, although he seemed to have some sort of limitations or code." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy says as he walks back along with her, swaying side to side as he goes, tilting his head upwards to the sky. It's almost midnight now, the moon rich in the dark sky and the stars twinkling from behind shades of painted clouds. He looks thoughtful for a long moment. << If this is a team that is built around stealth and tactical decision making, he is not qualified to really work in that type of composition. He strikes me as the type that will listen to about half a game plan, then yell LeeRoy Jenkins and yeet himself into the middle of a situation and cause the enemy to become aggro. I suppose if you need someone to create a focus of enemy combatant fire, he would work in that role. >> As his shoulders lift, he gives a glance over towards her, his lips twitching upwards into a hint of a smile. << Do you think he will follow orders when given direction? >> 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "That is the question, isn't it?" Psylocke says as she continues their stroll back toward his car. Her brow does furrow a moment at some of his terminology. "Leroy Jenkins? Was he a student?" Because she does not play video games nor live a life where she had heard the story of that particular player. She continues. "Sometimes we will be on more open missions, where we will be going in hot. So in those situations, he may be helpful. And yes, if we need somewhere for fire to be focused, he is perfect since he'll get better. No matter what we do." The memory of the healing Deadpool was still disturbing. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << LeeRoy Jenkins is a known public figure of the early two-thousands. Video game reference. During a very complicated strategy, he broke off from team huddle, screamed his own name and charged head first into the enemy, which in turn got his entire team killed within seconds. He thought it was amusing. >> Jeremy says as he continues on with their walk back towards the old lonely warehouse. His lips twitch upwards into a chuckle, though it sobers after a few moments as his mind strays to other thoughts. << Mm. >> He gives a glance over towards her. He has things on his mind, though it appears he is struggling to get them out. His thoughts are loud though, even if a bit staticy, like a modem. 
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13374/Xavier Prom: Prepping

2021-05-25T22:55:54Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' It's Prom Night! But, currently it is the afternoon. There is many students currently finishing up some last minute preparations to get the big day ready. The volunteers are going to obtain some extra credit, as well as a special shoutout in the yearbook, so, if anything, it's a fun day out of class and a chance to obtain some bragging rights. Jeremy is currently behind the DJ booth, making sure that the technology is working correctly. He has set up a laser show for the stage, calibrated the speaker system and even put together a 2029 slide show that has pictures of the students during their time at Xavier's for the year doing their normal day to day tasks. No costumes or dangerous situations. Just days spent in class, the rec room, the yards and club activities. The Goth is dressed in all black as always in his trench coat and bondage pants. He is putting the final touches on the computer. Everything ready to go with a push of a button and automated. He's tested it three times so far. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      With Jeremy overseeing sound checks this time, Shannon is assisting with some of the more prosaic tasks involved in getting Evolution ready for the big night. He was pushing bits and bytes, while she was pushing a broom. Her efforts were mainly focused in the area where there would be punch and various snacks set out--with extra cameras on the table to make certain nobody spiked the drinks!      Pausing in her task to take a look at the slide show in progress, she groans, facepalming. "How the hell did that picture find its way into the slideshow? Who even kept a copy of that, anyways?" It was a slightly older picture, to be sure, but still, somehow, someone had kept a copy. It showed a familiar angel-winged student sprawled out, face-first, like a bug splat on the Danger Room floor, after who knew how many push-ups.      Some memes never died. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << The Yearbook team made the slide-show. I just uploaded it. >> There is only a couple pictures of him in the slide show, mostly those of him in the rec room in the background on a computer with his back to the camera. There is at least 'one' good picture of him sitting outside on the back porch next to Gray when he first arrived. The two are staring at a BBQ that is going on a few yards away. The pair of boys are dressed in black, shoulder to shoulder and staring at their phones. There is something haunting about that photo with how the shadows caught them. Artistic perhaps. The lone wolves amongst the flock of sheep. <> Closing the laptop lid, he makes his way out of the booth and on to the stage, staring out across the way to the decorated club filled with balloons on the walls, a photo booth for memories, and various 'games' set up for the teens to particpate in. There is something for everyone there. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "And you actually let that one slip past?" Shannon just shook her head, laughing to herself. "Guess I should be proud of that one. One hundred push-ups without stopping. I was feeling the burn for a few days after that, but hey, I did it."      Taking a break from sweeping, she ambled on over to the stage and plopped down on the edge, her wings unfurled and sprawled out behind her, the broom propped up on the main floor against the stage itself. There's the general hubbub of preparations, with dishes clinking, and staff slated for duty that night chattering amongst themselves. Around the stage itself, for once, it was oddly silent, like the eye of a storm.      "That's a good picture of you and Grey," she says, smiling and leaning back on her hands. "Going to miss seeing you around after graduation, you know." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy takes a long look at the photo of him on the screen, sitting next to Gray. Two lost boys. He rocks slightly back and forth on his feet before the image swaps to a new one. <> He slips his glasses off to give them a rub along his shirt, then places them once more on his face. He lets out a soft sigh. <> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "You always were able to change the world, Jer. It was true when you got to the school, and it's true now. Just now, you finally see it, too." Shannon turns her head slightly, smiling over at him, leaning back on her elbows. "I'm damn proud of you. And if Mr. Stark gives you any grief, you can always challenge him to a game of basketball." She giggles softly, rolling her eyes. "A technological genius, he is. The next Shaquille O'Neal, he is not."      Turning her attention briefly to the images flashing by, one after the other, she just smiles a little bit. "I'm also really happy for you, with Grey and it looks like Rosie, too. I'm sorry for ever hurting you, but will always be proud to count you, and them as well, among my friends."      Reaching into her little brown leather bag, Shannon pulls out a soft handkerchief and offers it to Jeremy for his glasses, smiling a bit more. "Both of us can change the world. You with your tech, me with healing and other stuff, and maybe a song or two somewhere along the way." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy says as he shifts his glasses a bit more to ensure they are settled properly over his nose, then reaches out to take the hankie from her to give the glass another swabbing. He ponders for a few moments unblinkingly as he stares down at the work in his hands before he glances back up to her. << It's okay. Things worked out for the best. We evolve, we move forward. Just take care of them while I am gone. They will need the support. The three of us are broken in many different ways. >> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Ha. Oh, also, remind him not to mess around with The Other Guy again. I may not be in the right place at the right time a second time around." Shannon chuckles softly, shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling. What adventures had she been on, that had remained unspoken?      The background throbbing of drums as the music plays, lights cycling through various colors and patterns, testing in preparation for the prom, and the general hubbub of the club gearing up for the night ahead forms the thunderous silence that seems to engulf the moment.      "We're all of us broken in our own ways. Some of us just get a whole lot better at hiding it so people don't feel sorry for you." The corners of her lips curl upwards slightly in a faint smile. "Even the homecoming queen cries. So... yeah, I get it. Might not be perfect at it, but if they need an ear to bend or a shoulder to cry on, they can always come knock on my door." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << They need real therapy and counseling. >> Jeremy muses quietly to himself as he stubs his foot a few times against the ground as he rocks back and forth in thought. That and he may be moving a bit to the music. << It won't hurt to let the others know that you're broken too. No one will judge you for it. They may think you're normal. >> His lips give a bit of a twitch upwards as he shrugs his lanky shoulders upwards some in thought. He squints hsi eyes as the lights sweep down along his face for a brief moment, reaching up to rub at the corner of his eye again. << We should head back and get ready. >> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Real therapy and counseling isn't something I'm qualified to give. Not yet, anyways." Shannon nudges a stray wisp of pale gold behind one ear, and lets out a soft sigh. "But I can point them in that direction and encourage them to reach for it, like any good friend would." She smiles a bit, thinking for a moment or two. "Hell, I just might go right along with them. Maybe it'd do us all some good."      Drumming her fingers along the edge of the stage, she catches herself picking up the beat of the music, and adding her own rhythmic counterpoint to it. It's hard to not crack a little bit of a smile, though her brows do loft as she peers over at Jer. "You mean they don't think I'm normal? What am I, then?"      The reminder that prom is almost upon them, and that there is little more they as students can do to help prepare, gets the winged teen sitting up straight again. "Right, good idea. Hopefully Jay's band will make it tonight, and with any luck, I might join them up there for a round or two."      She smiles and leans over for a very light shoulder-bump. "Can't wait to see what you three have set for your outfits tonight. Been working on sewing mine for weeks. Guess we'll see if it was all worth it later!" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I am just saying that it wouldn't hurt. Showing vulnerability. Sometimes it's okay to be upset when you see terrible things, instead of supressing your pain and making mac and cheese in the kitchen a few hours later as if nothing happened. It's okay to be upset, or frustrated and to talk to someone. It has helped me a lot. Counseling. >> Jeremy gives a glance around the club for a long moment, looking at the enchanted forest theme that the staff has put together. His lips twitch upwards a bit, then bumps the shoulder back in return. << We all match. I think you'll like them. >> He says as he starts off, giving a sway of his arms back and forth. << Save me a dance. >> 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Oftentimes, making mac 'n cheese -is- my therapy. Doing something normal, when shit just -isn't- normal... that's a lot of how I cope. One person understood that, but they went on to MIT last year." Shannon smiles somewhat, letting out a whuff of breath to try and whisk a wisp of hair away from between her eyes. "You've seen and done way worse than I ever have--and I've seen some pretty wild things that I doubt the teachers even know about. I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for Rosie, or Grey, or Lucas. I've heard a little bit of Mr. Worthington's story... talking to him's about as close as I've gotten recently to opening up like that, when I lost my wings. But... it's my music, doing normal things, keeping on... it's how I cope. Sometimes, I wish someone would actually -ask- me how I'm doing instead of assuming I'm alright."      Glancing over at Jeremy, she smiles a bit, and says, "That song I just wrote? 'Homecoming Queen'? It's closer to the mark than you might think. I hope some of the others back at school can see that, too."      She smiles and nods, hopping off of the stage and reaching out to help Jer down as well. "Sure thing. Friends can dance, too!" 
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13367/Mall Madness Aftermath

2021-05-25T00:40:52Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' An attack on LexCorp Tower itself. Lex insists on weekly drills for Tower staff in case of this eventuality, but it doesn't happen often. Nonetheless, the property damage was covered in insurance claims, and today, LexMall is closed to the public as work crews handle matters. Team Luthor is out in force, ordered personally by Lex to come out in the dozens in case the hooded man is still around. Even without the masses inside, the work crews make the place as busy as if it were open. Already directing events in the direct center of the mall is Lex, as usual flanked by powered armored Mercy and Hope; authorizing the use of the big toys was the only way they could compromise on coming back down here. There are muffled conversations with various supervisors as Lex seems to be doing a little remodeling while they're at it. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' What a day...What had started out as an exciting shopping blowout sale, had ended in complete and utter disaster. Fortunately it was still early when the chaos broke out, and the damage had been minimized to the main floor of the mall. Even the crowds were a bit thinner than it might have been later in the afternoon. It was small comfort though to Supergirl, who felt like maybe they could have done more to stop the damage. Naturally the mall would be closed to the public, but she had somehow slipped in, or maybe her mere presence as a more prominent superhero had gained some attention and more allowance than would be given just any civlilian. Her team had, afterall, been there to help save the day. It's easy to spot Lex, flanked as always by his two personal guards and she strides towards him, waving to get his attention. "Mr Luthor, can we have a word?" she calls to him as she steps towards him. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "You know, you're as bad as your cousin about ignoring the laws that annoy you." Lex replies, a bit testily, to Supergirl. His green eyes take her in with the usual confidence and arrogance, and he draws himself up to his full height and brings his hands behind his back formally as he addresses her. "You're here, so I assume I won't get a choice in the matter, will I?" A brow quirks at her. Dry amusement, or resignment? It's hard to tell. Lex has always been a master of body language, and this is no exception. Mercy and Hope? Their expression went carefully neutral as Supergirl came in, and so far, have only come up to each side of Supergirl...as if waiting for her to make the first move. "What can I do for you, 'Supergirl'?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hasn't made an actual effort to going around, telling the world she is Superman's cousin. But there is obviously some connection between them. why else would they both share the 'S' shield among other things? Of course, Lex is smart and tends to know more about people than your average human. He deserves at least some credit for that, even if people are often telling her that he cant be trusted. But where's the proof? She smiles and nods to him, hands clasped behind her back, eager to help. Supergirl is maybe a bit younger and more naieve than her older baby cousin. Yeah, it's a conundrum, isn't it? If there is sarcasm to be had, it went way over her head. "Mr. Luthor, I just wanted to express my sympathy at what happened to your mall after those kids trashed it. I'm sorry we werent able to stop those kids sooner." She peers towards Mercy and Hope, offering them little more than a sweet, disarming smile. No strings attached. No sarcasm there. She's a pretty straight forward person at that. "If at all possible, I would really like to help you rebuild. I'm sure my abilities could help speed things up?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' His hands unclasp from behind his back and his arms cross in a 'considering' gesture, as Lex watches Supergirl. "You don't have some superheroing to do elsewhere?" He shakes his head, then gestures with his right hand around the structure. "No harm in letting you get involved. The speedier this is, the faster we get back running." And the faster I get my profits again, is left unsaid. "If anything, it's my fault for not arranging more security with a near black friday crowd. We haven't had an attack here for some time." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl shrugs. "Did a patrol or two, things are pretty quiet. Besides there are plenty of other heroes out there...Although I do have to say, your quote in the news report was a bit..Harsh, don't you think? Those kids, I think they were being mind controlled by that guy in the black hoodie. Either that or they didn't seem to have full control of their powers. I dont think it's fair to put them in the same class as terrorists.." Still, as she speaks, Supergirl is already moving around, lifting a collapsed chunk of concrete pillar, straightening it upright. Grabbing pieces of tossed benches and rebending any twisted legs into shape, replacing those as well." She nods again, "Your security team did an excellent job in getting the civilians out. At least it was just the main floor?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin has come in to check out what happened here the previous night. He tries to keep track of things involving younger heroes. He made his way in via training from one stealthiest men ever. Which means as Kara moves one of the bits of debrie, she finds Red Robin standing in the shadows behind it "Find anything interesting?" He asks as she sees him. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "Team Luthor was assigned to civilian crowd control when it became clear that we didn't know the extent of what we were dealing with. The decision was made to let her exhaust herself while we got all the potential casualties out of the way in case the situation escalated more." Lex almost formally states for her, "it was excellent training and gear that did that. For now, I will reserve judgment on what was going on with the children, but I stand by what I said about the man in the hood. Indirectly or not, those children were used as terrorist pawns." Then, he shrugs, "Call me harsh if you like, this is a harsh reality that you, your cousin, and your like have forced upon us. We make due with what we have." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl nods to Lex and hmms, pausing briefly in her work. "I can understand your frustration, Mr. Luthor..It must be infuriating to see a bunch of seemingly out of control kids just march in and trash your property like that. And you're right. The black hoodie guy, whoever he was, whatever he was up to, he clearly was intending on causing mass destruction." She smiles, "Don't worry, we'll get him..And I have complete faith in Ms. Jackson. I'm certain that she will be able to get those mutant kids the help they need." Supergirl pauses in her cleanup, glancing over at Red Robin. He's pretty stealthy when he wants to be, but the super hearing makes it almost impossible to sneak up on her. "Hey, glad you could make it..I'm not sure about Luthor, but I haven't found anything about the Black hood yet. Maybe you could check out the Mutie Cutie store? That's where he was seen spending the most amount of time, stalking those kids.." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake hmms and nods his head a bit to this. He looks over to Luthor, and asks "Can we get a full copy of the video footage?" He makes sure to ask to try to get as detailed as he can." He will walk over towards the store in question, looking about a moment. After just a bit of searching he will squat down and ask "Is smoking allowed in your mall Mr. Luthor? 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang's costume does not look like Robin's, or Supergirl's, or even Plastic Man's. He is not immediately identifiable as a hero. He doesn't wear bright colors, or spandex, or a cape. The closest he gets is a somewhat colourful scarf, but it's just a blue scarf with a little white boomerang pattern on it. He was currently at one of the entrances, trying to explain that he is here to help, Supergirl is already in there, he didn't know about Robin, but was having trouble getting past security. He could just run past them, but, he was trying to do things on the up and up. So far, the guards hadn't even bothered to radio it up the chain of command as to them, he seemed like just some random guy playing at being a hero. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' There's a moment of pause as Lex just... stares... at Red Robin. A perfect example of how the 'heroes' of this age just do whatever they like. If it were anyone else, there would likely be some intimidation involved. Instead, Lex suddenly gives a practiced smile back, "If I don't, you're just going to find a way to take it anyway..." The remark is given with a resigned amusement as he walks towards one of the hallways... only to stop briefly as he listens into his earbud, "Who?" A pause. Near the entry, Captain Boomerang can hear muffled talking in the helmets of one of the Team Luthor guards, "Sure, why not, at least he's /asking/." No, Lex isn't bitter at all. At. All. Into the hallway he disappears, with Mercy and Hope in tow, heading for the security office. There's a low shout from the hallway, "Just don't do it around the crews and I'm fine with it. Don't do it during business hours." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl blinks at Robin. "Oh..Did you find something?" the part about smoking has her attention. But back to the matter at hand..A lot of the store front windows got smashed, although most of them only suffered minor cracks rather than being shattered to pieces, thank goodness. It's a good thing she's been practicing on using her heat vision for fine details such as the cracks, as she melts and sodders them into place, smoothing out the cracks and making them good as new. Next, it's time to do the same for any cracks in the cement columns, ensuring they are solid and not about to degrade, sealing any cracks in a similar way. As Boomer arrives, she glances over her shoulder, smiles and waves to him. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake pulls out a baggie, and picks up a black, and silver lighter. "Not something you would expect to find just laying around." He offers holding it up to show it to the others. "I'll run a few tests on it, see if I can find out anything from it." He looks over and at the new arrival, he does a pretty good batman impression with the scowl. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Captain Boomerang was about ready to follow the example of Supergirl and Robin, but instead, he asked, and was granted permission to proceed. So after being let in, he would walk, at a normal speed, into the mall, careful of any work crews, cleaning up, at first trying to get a lay of the land, where people are, and most importantly, what he can do to help. He wasn't as strong as Supergirl, but he had speed, and that could be used to great effect in cleaning up. When he sees Supergirl, he would return the smile, and the wave. Moving over towards Robin, who oddly gave him a scowl. Captain Boomerang didn't want to interrupt, so simply nodded and continued to listen. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Sometimes it's good to be super, even though at other times it can make her feel awkward. Now that the cracked windows have been fixed and the broken benches have been repaired, Supergirl surveys the dust and rubble left behind after the summoned dragon had burnt a few things before Mon-El stopped the dragon..And sighs. "What a shame, so much rubble.." she inhales a lot of the garbage deeply but not too deeply that she swallows it, and exhales it gently into a large garbage bag. Well, that makes it a bit easier and quicker. Kind of like a walking talking vacuum cleaner. Okay, no jokes, please. She glances towards Boomer, handing him a garbage bag. "Here, I guess your super speed bursts could come in handy, cut down the cleanup efforts. How you been?" she offers him a warm smile before glancing over at Robin. "Hmmm, a fancy lighter? You think it could be Black Hoodie's? I know he was spending a lot of time in there, I think that place was more popular with the younger crowd too. Anymore clues?" OF course there would be the video cameras. Supergirl waits patiently for Lex to return. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake looks over, and says "Well, it does seem out of place, I will have to give the video date a through going through, but I am hoping to find something there. He looks around the place, and says "Wondering if it might be something with mutant hating or such with this being the main start. 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Boomer thought of a great many jokes as he saw Supergirl do her walking talking vacuum cleaner bit, and right now, he was most thankful that she wasn't a telepath, at least as far as he knew she wasn't; because if she heard even half of them, she would never speak to him again. He would take the offered garbage bag, "Much better in the last oh, 5 minutes or so," he got her about 5 minutes ago, "maybe it's the flickering lights, the rubble, the dust, or you know, could be the company." He winked at her. Listening to Robin, he nodded his head, having little to offer right now. "Any idea on a motive for all this yet?" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Coming out of the back hallway, USB drive visible in his right hand, Lex responds. "The only thing I've seen so far is chaos. No demands, no ransom. Just a petty shoplifting to catch guards attention and then escalating from there." He stops in front of Red Robin, offering it. "If there's a plan involved, it'll probably be about mutants, if he holds to controlling others like this." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms, glancing over at Robin. "Not sure, everything happened so fast. I mean..It's just as Mr. Luthor says, a petty shoplifting incident by two minors that quickly spiralled out of control. I dont think there was any hate involved, unless those kids had a bad experience before hand which is always possible.." She shrugs as she continues to pick up garbage. And yes, it's a good thing that she cant hear Boomer's thoughts. Although she smiles at him, chuckles even. "Always happy to help light up your day, even if it's just garbage picking." As for a motive, Supergirl sighs, "Hmm, well, let's see..That hoodie guy we suspect was..Influencing them somehow, judging by how he was focused intently on Elsa, the older telekinetic. But as soon as that dog knocked him over, Elsa was more open to Andrea Jackson's pleas to stand down. And then when he vanished and appeared near the younger girl Anna, it was the same thing. She suddenly became paranoid herself. Soo..What does that mean..He was trying to influence them..? Maybe make it looks like mutants are dangerous? Or..Could he have some other motive..Control, perhaps?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake lookd over to the others, and says "Just from my first assumptions I would think Black hood, has the ability to control mutants. He maybe a mutant himself. I would guess he was hanging out in the cutie shop figuring there was more chance of them having mutants come in than other place. " He looks about the place "Actually this may have been more a test of his abilities than anything else." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' While Supergirl and Robin were talking in real time, Captain Boomerang made a habit of picking up rubbish in real time. He wanted to hear what they had to say, so wasn't going into short bursts of super speed to clean up for now. "Sounds like he was a telepath himself, or empath, since he may have influenced them more than anything, heightening their fears. Is that empath, or is there a different term for that. It's so hard to keep up." As Robin dropped that bombshell, "a test. Now that's a scary thought." He looked at the damage, "all this, could have just been a test." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' As the three converse, Lex is already back in his 'command center' in the middle, supervisors rushing up to him immediately about details. Details that likely bore Supergirl if she listens in. He seems content to let the 'heroes' talk things out for now while he listens. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms and nods to both Robin and Boomer. "All good points, and I guess any of those are possible. A test? control? Of his abilities or the kids? I guess this early in the game it's hard to tell, but I suspect there may be more attacks in the future." Which is kind of frustrating. Supergirl would like to be there before Blackhood can s trike again. "Soo..I guess it all leads back to this black hood guy and whatever you can find on him. I suppose you'll have to study the videos too. I'm also thinking I should check in with Andrea, see if those two kids could tell her more about what happened." She continues to pick up rubble, filling a couple of garbage bags and adding them to the dumpster. Looks like they've already done a lot of work and saved the clean up crew a lot of time in repairs. "So, anything else we're missing? Robin, do you want to continue searching for clues? Or shall we call it a day?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake says, "I'll give it a a look over for a while longer if Mr Luthor does not mind but you can call it here. Looking for little things can take some time, and not often a group sport." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' With the investigation largely on hold for now, Boomer gave Supergirl a sly smile, "I think we can do a little bit more," and then he spoke in a faster, more energetic manner, "last one done has to buy the pizza," and he would go about trying to clean the remaining rubble, possibly interfering with Robin's efforts, but he was going for the bigger pieces, the ones that would be cleared away, using his short bursts of super speed. He was probably faster than Supergirl, but he needed to take brief rests, while she could do it continuously. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "If you find anything, inform me." Lex states simply. A rather implied permission there, as he returns to his hushed conversation. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl is also careful not to disturb Robin's investigation, focusing more on the larger pieces of rubble like piles of dust and debris, leaving nooks and crannies and especially points of interest like the Mutie Cutie store, and center of the main floor to Tim to investigate for more clues. When Boomer makes that challenge, she grins and nods. "Sure, you're on! But there's no way you're gonna beat me, you know?" and she gets to work, moving more quickly now in her haste to finish cleaning up first. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will look over at Boomer, and does glower at him again. He looks over to Supergirl, "Remind me to teach a forensics 101 class at titan tower sometime soon." He sighs and tries to do the best he can with the heightened breeze from the speedster. 
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13366/Ted. I really need help.

2021-05-24T21:03:47Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/05/24
|Location=Ted's Room (West Halls), Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Jeremy visits Ted to get help with a tie. They talk about the future as well.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' There is a knocking at the door from outside as Jeremy stands out front. He is nervously glancing down the hallway as he rocks on his feet. His long black hair by now is past his shoulders, sprawled out, and he is wearing his usual Gothic apparel. He seeks out his powers, trying to see if Ted is within by pinging his phone. << Ted, you there? It's Jeremy. I have an emergency. Hopefully you can help me. >> 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' He's in there. Been pouring over a book for an hour already, so an emergency might be welcome. His heavy footfalls are heard as he crosses the room and the door opens. He smiles a little tiredly, wearing his usual shabby t-shirt and jeans, hair a bit of a mess from probably waking up later than he should and not really doing much the whole day. "Yeh, Jer? wha's up? Need somethin' lifted?" He's not sure what other emergency he could take care of. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a shake of his head, Jeremy looks a bit flustered as he holds up his hand, revealing a red tie. He furrows his brows into a bit of a scrunch. <> With a busy father who practically ignored him, he never got the 'man' lessons. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted moves aside and lets him in, "Ah, well ah didn' do a lotta formals, but dad showed me ah thing or two," he says. "Ah figured you'd be all brain-googlin' it," he says. He starts to reach out, then pauses, considering a few moments, then apparently decides his trusts his control, "Y'gotta start like so an' then loop it 'round..." and he mostly gets it done, though ends up saying "Ah, s'just about right but it's hard doin' this on someone else." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Handing the tie over to him, Jeremy's lips quirk upwards as he shrugs hsi shoulders. <> He will hold himself still for him as he works the tie in his hands, watching him with a grin. <> 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "I didn't have ah brother, but m'dad's around," Ted says, leaning back after redoing part of the tie once, apparently pleased enough, "He made me learn. Said it was ah good skill. I just wanted t'buy the clip on ones," he muses. "Dad told me ah was lazy, then made me do extra chores for a bit. Seemed excessive at th' time but ah know how to do it so... worth it?" He grins. "An' hey, y'got folks now. Nothin' wrong with that. Not all families are traditional." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy says as he glances down at the tie, giving it a bit of a tighten to make sure it sits against his chest proper. He smooths it down, then loosens it to slip it off his head. He doesn't plan on undoing it. It will be easier to put back on tomorrow. His lips curve upwards. << Tomorrow is our prom. I can't believe I'm going to prom. I thought I'd never go. I thought that I would be back at Metropolis Liberty, hiding in my room while everyone goes and has fun. I haven't been beat up for a whole year here. No one has teased me. Tomorrow feels like a big deal. >> 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Heh, ah should've been a senior next year. But y'know...dumb ol' brain, an' dumb ol' poor education system." He crosses his arms and wonders, "Well, it is a big deal," he smiles, "An yer just becoming who you were meant to be, right? Plus we'll beat up anyone who teases you so its all good." He looks around a moment, "So," he wonders, "Where y'goin' to? After all this?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I have a job at Stark Industries with Mister Tony Stark. He wants me to help him work on weapon guidance systems for his new Iron Man Suit, as well as research and development for future technologies. He has a place for me to move into as well. I should be signing my salary and benefits package after graduation. >> Jeremy gives a small smile as he rocks back and forth on his feet some, folding the tie in his hands carefully, then slips it into his inside pocket of his jacket. << So, I won't go far. I am also going to University. MIT. Though a New York branch, paid for through work. Maybe one day I will change the world. Maybe I will find myself in a cubicle. I don't know, but I am excited. >> Turning to face him, he reaches out and places his hands against his friend's shoulders, giving it a squeeze. "You. Are. Smart." He says in his normal voice, forcing the words out so that they don't stammer. It's slow and drawn out. "And, you are my best friend. You will do great things, Ted." 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Oooh, maybe he'll give y' one of the Iron Suits. Hear he has like a million of them. That's prolly fun as heck flyin' around, shooting lasers and stuff. Pew Pew." He sort of does finger guns at that then nods, "But yeah, ah bet you will change th'world. Hell, ah've seen you do crazy things already, wouldn't be surprised if y'had the capacity to change it already in ways you haven't considered." At the gesture and the words, Ted's expression falls a bit, "Ah'm..not great at things," he says. "Ah mean, ah can like...bust things up like a champ, but math is my bane. Not gonna ever be a scientist." he shrugs, "Probably be a good mechanic or something. I enjoyed that. But ah'll end up working on cars, not guidance systems. S'not a bad thing, but y'know, ah know where ah'm lacking and mostly ok with it. Ah can get through high school, and college ah'm sure, though I'll take it slow. Held back a year already," he notes. "But eh, ah doubt ah'll do anything big. We don't all get to. An' we don't all gotta. Ah can find my own happiness outside of greatness." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << We are only as great as we allow our confidence to make us. You are strong, but you are also smart. You do not need to be a genius at math or science to be smart. Don't look at yourself as a failure. You are here at Xavier's, surrounded by the best of the best. You can find yourself someone to model after. Colossus would be an ideal choice. There is also nothing wrong in working on cars. I can't work on cars. But you should not limit yourself to cars. The world still needs farmers and with your strength and your rural background, you'd make a great farmer, or someone who works in agriculture. You don't need to see the big picture, when you can be successful at the smaller, what's in front of you picture. >> Jeremy takes a seat on the edge of the bed, giving a bit of a bounce on the mattress, listening to it creak. He rolls his shoulders upwards. << Or, you can put on spandex and punch bad guys really hard in the face. It'd make your ass look great. >> His lips twitch upwards with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted just chuckles softly, "Ah'm not a failure, or ah don't see myself at that. Jus' not real book smart. Not something that clicks. I have other things that do. Honestly, being here is nice, but got people who can read minds, move things without touching them, and at least one that could probably destablize the world economy since we're all on th' internet now." He crinkles his nose lightly, "Eh, maybe farming. Ah'd be good at it, but can't go back home. Not for a while at least. M'uncle was talking about putting together a mob to kill th' demon, aka me, so m'not really feeling the love there." At the latter, he rolls his eyes. "Haveta be some tough stuff. It's weird, ah guess, but like if ah move wrong, something rips up. Usually its just the' sleeves in the shirts or along the seams in the back if ah have a jacket on, but ah can see tight spandex bein' a fashion accident waitin' to happen on me. S'ides, they already got strong, punchy guys. Oh, construction. Probably be real good at that. Could save folks money and not rent cranes or something," he jokes. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << You are the third strongest person here. I am sure that Piotr and Rogue both have clothing that doesn't rip off when they flex. The X-Men have unstable molecule based technology woven into their uniforms. It's designed to take impact and modulate through different body types. It's really cool. >> Jeremy nods his head as he slips his phone off his shoulder, sliding it into his palms. << You can farm somewhere else besides where you came from. You would also do great at construction I think. The world is changing now, becoming more accepting of our kind. Even if it's not a perfect world, I am sure any team would be excited to have someone like you. >> 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "True," he admits, "But yeah, we'll see. Apparently got a couple years b'fore it becomes somethin' ah have to decided anyway." He gives a light shrug. "Plenty of time t'figure it out." "As for it changin', yeah, in parts. If ah had to guess though, s'gonna get worse before it gets better. Few changes happen without some sorta conflict, right?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << We already had conflict. They sent the Sentinels to our country two years ago to kill us and we survived. I don't think it can get any worse than that, but at least our government helped shut it down. >> Jermey says as he furrows his brows, then gives another glance at his phone as he gives it a squeeze. He studies the screen for a moment at the green and white coded text. << But, there is always something on the table. Something that I will find and then I will shut it down if I can. >> He glances at the door, then rises off the bed to give his friend a smile. <> 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted just gives a little nod. "Fair enough, maybe ah'm just a pessimist." He does give a light shrug, "But yeah. AH guess we'll haveta get new team members if you're going too," he says, just thinking about it. He glances over as Jer looks at his phone. His brow furrows but he doesn't ask, figures its a need to know sort of thing. "Sure, ah'll pose fer pictures. Wear m'best smile an' all. If it comes loose again, though, bring it back, ah'll restring it." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Thank you. >> Jeremy gives a smile to Ted, swaying his arms back and forth a few times before he slips his phone on to his shoulder once more. << It's going to be fun, Ted! A real prom. >> He reaches out and opens the door, then heads out into the hallway, heading for his bedroom with his usual slow lurching manner. 
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13353/The Tanning Booth

2021-05-23T05:09:20Z

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|Location=Garage - Xavier's School
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Since it got announced on Rogue's birthday with a small IOU card, Hank has been busy in his downtime, testing liquidity of latex formulations. Finally, yes, FINALLY, he might have come up with the ideal pinkness for the microspray. Thusly: The summons. Come. Bring your swim goggles. And a camera. In the garage, he's currently polishing the surface of the modified tanning booth/cubicle/timemachine, because he totally would make one of those look like a shower. Disguise and all that. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Dressed in her normal black body suit, wearing cut-off shorts, a black tee shirt that reads Bless Your Heart, and tennis shoes, Rogue makes her way into the garage. It's a pre-arranged meeting, of sorts, and in her hand she holds the IOU Coupon she got for her birthday. She just doesn't have swim goggles cause she's likely not going to be the one immersed in the tanning booth/cubicle/time machine until a later date. She does, however, absolutely have her camera. She walks in with her brother from another mother, Kurt, smiling and laughing at some conversation they had along the way from dorms to the garage. "Oh but I'm already like halfway through that new mystery book you got me. It's so intense, but I think I already know who the killer is... but Robb has done some pretty wicked twists before too. Have you read any of her books? You can always come borrow any I've already read like, a thousand times." Books. Of all things. One of few topics that Rogue could talk on for days. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' The door opens to the garage to reveal Scott Summers, who is wearing a snug white t-shirt and a pair of relaxed jeans. He has a cap on backwards with bits of his brown hair sticking out from under it. It appears that he has com eback to the school to work on one of his cars. As he spies the trio, he gives a pause, then gives a slight glance over to the shower slash tanning bed. He furrows his brows, then glances over towards Hank. He slowly raises a hand and pinches at the bridge of his nose with a soft sigh. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' There are definitely swim goggles being carried in Kurt's right hand as he walks along with Rogue. Seeing as how he's going to be the... victim? guinea pig? ... whichever the operative term one happens to be going with, he's going to end up covered in goo, and he doesn't want it in his eyes. He doesn't have a camera. Rogue has that one sufficiently covered, in his opinion. He looks over to her, and one of his eyebrows quirks up as he chuckles softly. "Nein, I haven't read any of her works, yet. But I may need to start in on them, by the sounds of it, since you enjoy them so much," he comments, a bit amused. At the moment, at least, he's wearing a pair of blue jeans and a grey t-shirt, though he does happen to have a pair of swim trunks that he's wearing underneath. All the better to be a guinea pig in, after all. There's a nod to Henry, and a glance to the booth for a moment before he looks to Henry again. "Hey, Henry. It looks good. It should be interesting," he says, his yellow eyes glowing a touch brighter, his tail swishing behind him. He looks over towards Scott then as he enters, and he lifts his left hand to offer a wave. "Oh, hey Scott," he offers in greeting, a smile coming to his features. "Problems?" he asks, tilting his head a bit to one side. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' A pink latext exuding shower. Because why not? Dani does have a pair of swim goggles, dangling over her right arm, just in case they're needed. For her or for someone else. She is, otherwise, dressed about as she normally is. Which is rarely in her Xmen uniform. Because when she goes to battle, she's usually in her Asgardian armor. So she's wearing jeans and a teeshirt with yet another pegasus printed on it. This one is nuzzling a foal and says, 'I wuv u!' on it. Books. Dani smiles as she walks in shortly after Rogue and Kurt. She never gets tired of reading herself, or hearing about new authors she hasn't read. She sees Scott. More, she feels his emotions. "It's okay, Scott. This time it's a good thing for a good cause." She does have a camera, in the form of her phone, though it is still pocketed for now. Dani walks on over to stop next to Henry. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "I see you, mate. I see you with that look!" Hank points over toward Scott, grinning as his friend arrives for work that he thought would be, dare we say it, ORDINARY. But no, he walked in on the great Shower Escapade of 2029! He breaks out a cooler that's beside the cans of latex hooked up to the machinery and breaks a beer, holding one up in silent offering to everyone here. Beer, Dani? Rogue? Not you Kurt, you're the guineapig. No alcohol prior to the /proceeeeeeeeeeeeeeedure/. Scott? He takes a deep breath though. "Welcome, welcome, everyone. Recording for posterity... Kurt! Please assume the position. Goggles up, jeans off. Vanity curtain optional." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I'll give you a couple of my favorite ones so I can hook you in and then we can be book buddies, and I promise I will never give you a spoiler." Rogue offers to Kurt before she looks back and grins at Scott. "Hey bossman!" Still all smiles, and there's a Dani here too? "Hey Dani. Love the shirt." Finally her attention turns to Hank and she grins. "How's my favorite Blue Meanie?" Asking this as she reaches to take one of the proffered beers and then steps back a bit. "This is gonna be good." Yes, she's ignoring Scott's current 'omg, wtf now' reaction. She did tell him Hank was cooking up something *fun* for her benefit. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I -- what .. exactly are you guys doing?" Scott says with a loud sigh. "And why is Kurt taking his clothes off." He pauses. ".. and why are you recording it? Is this what you guys do now that Jean and I moved out? Is this an Xavier's After Dark situation I'm just now finding out about?" He does reach out and take a beer and cracks it open, followed by a sip. "And I feel a bit upset that I haven't been invited to these events. You should see Jean when she lets her hair down." He lifts his brows upwards, giving a glance to Kurt, then gives a nod to Dani and Rogue. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' As Dani arrives, Kurt looks over to her and gives a nod. He's pretty calm and at ease -- after all, he'd volunteered for this! He quirks a grin, noticing that she's brought a set of goggles as well. "Hey, Dani," he greets her. His attention easily turns back to Henry, and he snickers softly. "After testing, definitely. Keep one cold for me, ja?" he requests with a grin. "I don't need a vanity curtain. I have swim trunks on underneath, so... I came prepared," he says, his tail flicking behind him. He sets the goggles on a bit of counter for a moment, and then he pulls his shirt off before setting that aside first. Then he unbuttons and removes his jeans, folding them sort of neatly and setting them on top of his shirt. The promised swim trunks are black and pretty plain. Kurt looks to Rogue, and he gives a nod to her. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea," he affirms with a smile. He looks over to Scott and tilts his head to one side a bit before grinning, the gesture all pointed teeth. "It's for science!" he declares. Because isn't that the best reason? "And for Rogue, so... win-win!" he adds brightly. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar doesn't really want a beer at just this moment, so she shakes her head and waves her hand at Henry. "Maybe later. I want to be clear headed at least until the experiment is over," she says with a smile for him. And another for Rogue at the compliment. "Thanks," she says. "Brightwind likes it when I wear shirts with a pegasus on them. That way he can gloat cause he's more handsome than they are." She laughs at the absurdity of that statement. Something fun when Henry is involved usually as at least interesting, if not outright fun! "We're paiting Kurt pink," she say with a grin. "Clothes off, because we have to see if it coats properly. It's for Rogue." She doesn't elaborate further than that, letting someone else give the technical speech. She does laugh at Scott's question, though. "Oh no. That won't happen until it's dark," she says with a grin. "After Dark has to wait until after dark." She grins and leans against the closest table. "Well. Had no idea you would want in on these parties. I'll be sure to send invitations to both you and Jean from now on." That sounds like a solemn promise. "Speaking of Jean, if she's around, she's welcome to join too." Dani nods to Kurt, a warm smile for him appearing. "Hey yourself, Kurt." Of course she has goggles. If there needs to be more than one experiment, she's ready too. She laughs as he mentions swim trunks. She's amused, and not at all disappointed. She didn't really need to see anyone naked today, afterall. For the moment, her phone remains exactly where it is, in her pocket. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Oh, I'm peachy keen. Last minute tinkering, and what she said," Hank nods toward Dani, to explain to Scott, going on to murmur "...said the vicar to the cop." And with the beers distributed, he sets goggles on his own face, not because he needs them for the PINK, but for the sake of SCIENCE! And magnification, as he crouches down beside the tank and fiddles with the nozzles and feeds, boots things up, checks pressures on the latex tanks and the air in-flow... And then steps back, goggles in place still, remote with a big red button on it, for: REASONS and grins over the beer in his other mitt. "Just stand in the middle of the cubicle Kurt, arms slightly akimbo, feet about parallel with your hips and think of your brief soon-to-be-moment as a powder puff." Hopefully the camera phones will be up and recording soon. "Sometimes, when I do things Scott, you give me that look, like I'm off the deep end. Ninety percent of the time, that's completely deserved and the other ten percent it's /entirely/ deserved. This is going to be epic." He holds out the remote toward Rogue. Because once Kurt is in position, HELL yes, she'll be pressing the big red button. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue beams a smile to Kurt and nods her head. "So yoga and book buddies. It'll be awesome!" Says the overly excited southern belle while then watching her brother strip to his swim trunks and step into Hank's machine. She is excited for several reasons and after a moment she glances back to Scott, even after all the explanations are offered. "Remember back a bit ago I told you I had talked to Hank about coming up with something to help me be a bit...normal...for lack of better words." She offers and then gestures. "He came up with this. It's nothing too extravagent, or permanent... but it will help in many ways." If it works, but she doesn't add that in. What she does do, is get her phone out - cause like Dani, that's her camera - and opens it to begin taking a video, making sure she's got Kurt in frame even as she moves a bit closer to Hank. Setting her beer aside where she can, she takes the remote from the Blue Meanie and - as soon as Kurt assumes the positional instructions given by Hank - you best believe she's pressing that big red button. For SCIENCE! 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You came up with a .. shower .. and I heard something about latex?" Scott pinches the bridge once more again with a loud sigh. "And you're using my garage.. Hank. I will murder you if you get any of that pink stuff on my cars, my floor, my workbench, my garage.. you could have used the backyard. At least give the kids a show." Kurt /is/ keeping his pants on at least. He takes another long sip of his beer, then leans himself againtst the work bench as if to protect his precious tools from splatter. His lips do curve up into a bit of a grin, chuckling. "And if you guys did want to hang out at our place, you're more than welcome to our hot tub and grill. For those after hour situations where we don't want the kids around." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' There's a raised eyebrow that happens as Kurt looks over to Dani, and he grins. "Well, he does happen to be the most handsome pegasus that I've ever met," Kurt says. He's also the only pegasus that Kurt's ever met, but he's not saying that part! Then he gives a nod to her at what she says about the particular experiment that's about to happen. Stripped of all but his swim trunks, Kurt picks up the swim goggles and settles them around his head, his ears wiggling a bit as his tail swishes behind him. He looks to Henry, watching the assorted fiddling about that happens, and he waits. Once it's pronounced ready, he steps into the cubicle and lowers his goggles over his eyes. He shifts his position a bit then, to accomodate what had been requested of him. "Is there a tub of powder for me to jump in afterwards?" he asks with a grin. And then he wisely closes his mouth since he doesn't want to eat latex! Kurt looks to Rogue, and then he gives a nod. Yup! Yoga and book buddies. That's what siblings are for, right? And apparently volunteering for the crazy stuff! And then all he can really do (other than teleport out, which he really wouldn't!) is wait to see what happens when Rogue pushes the button! 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar remains where she is, leaning up againt the table with one hip. She does shift to cross one leg in front of the other. For the moment, that seems to be comfortable. She's content, for the moment, to watch as Henry gets things set up and on. Once the machine is up and running, she gets out her phone, turns it on, and opens the camera fuction. She sets it to video and then waits. She quietly snickers at Henry. Sometimes it's very much deserved? That seems about right. "Yoga's fun," she agrees, with Rogue. She gets the phone and and Kurt in frame, and starts to video. "Ooh, hot tub sounds fun. Grill sounds fantastic. And pink latex isn't going to hurt any of your cars or tools. It peels right off." She snorts a laugh at Kurt. "He's the /only/ pegasus you've ever met!" She laughs again. It's okay that he didn't say that part. Dani said it for him! Then as he moves, Dani moves her phone just enough to keep him centered in the frame. "I'm sure we can arrange a tub of powder," she says with another laugh. And then she waits for the ceremony, such as it isn't, of the button pushing. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' <<CLICK!>> Well, to say that it's a shower isn't quite accurate. It's a cubicle shape, but as the button is depressed, micro-fine air-powered misters eject a prescribed dose of PINK and it comes out rather like a cloud. Shower shaped, modified tanning booth and oh /wow/ is that pink. "To be entirely fair here, the formula I've got pencilled down is to match Rogue's skin tone, otherwise she'll be walking out there looking like she's got an all-body BDSM convention to go to and is going as a human blow-up doll. And this is precisely why it's here, because you have drains and I can turn the hose on any spillage and this is also /my/ garage, Scott! I do work in here, too." Hank gestures at the cabinet in several hand gestures with the beer bottle, up, down, across, around and then at the vehicles, which he also helps tune and gives a reverse nod of challenge, metered by a toothy grin. "Relax, the tools are safe. I wouldn't do that to Moira, or Betsy, or Jean either." And that might be a tease. And the latex settles. There's a light coating on the floor of the booth and .... not.... a light coating on Nightcrawler. On the upside, it works like a charm, because it can clearly be seen that the latex has done a lovely suspension in a bubble that is held on the ends of each and every follicle of fur, so that he looks a lot like he's in the middle of the most comprehensive body condom that ever was. "Gosh, that was unexpected. And awesome." Hank says this in such a very -mild- tone, to be fair. There's a very small snort-giggle that he tries to stifle. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I mean I get that this is to match my skin tone, but am I really *that* pink?!" Rogue asks as she watches Kurt get bubbled in latex. Whatever is said to whoever else gets ignored as the sister walks up to the brother and - with gloved hand - moves to touch him. "Wait. Can I touch it? It looks like it might pop... but it'll be a pinky poofy pop and I wanna see that..." A look to Hank then, like perhaps she's waiting to see if it's allowed before she looks back to her brother. "How do you feel anyway?" Her entire attention is on this moment so, for the moment, all else is ignored. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "It's my garage. I'm just nice enough to let you all use it once in awhile." Scott says to Hank as he keeps his arms folded with his body resting against his tool bench. As he watches Kurt get sprayed down, he is at least curious of the results. "I want that video by the way to show Jean later." He says aside to whoever is recording. He gives a nod of his head to Dani. "You all can come over anytime you want. Don't need to call ahead. We'll always know when you're on the way." Living with the world's greatest pysychic has it's advantages and disadvantages. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' A glance is given to Dani, and a bit of a nod about Yoga. It is fun, though it helps that he's naturally flexible! "It is! I enjoy it, though I don't practice it a lot," he comments. "And, well... ja, he is, but he also gets the most treats and the most pets when I visit the horses," he comments with a grin. He might play favourites, a little bit. Then he closes his mouth right quick again. And there's... very pink mist. Everywhere! There's a moment in which he eyes a couple of the sprayers, but he otherwise behaves. The pink will assuredly stand out a fair bit against his dark blue skin and fur colourings. Once the mist has settled, he snorts a breath through his nose (yes, he remembered to hold his breath during the misting process!), and then he lifts his hands in order to move the swim goggles away from his eyes so that he can see things. His tail flicks behind him, and one of his eyebrows quirks. "You turned me pink!" he exclaims with a snickering giggle. Kurt looks to Rogue, and he eyes her for a long moment. And he wiggles his nose. "I feel pink," he says, with a fair dose of amusement to his voice. "It feels kind of... weird... ish," he adds. Kind of like a full body bathing cap. Sort of. Then he looks to Scott, eyeing him a moment. "You have to tell me if she laughs. Or no video for you!" he says, grinning. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar remains entirely silent on the topic of who's garage this is. Technically, it's professor Xavier's garage, but! Instead, she keeps her eyes on her camera, and her camera angled on Kurt and the spray that's going on. Her lips twitch as he winds up coated, but somehow, she refrains from laughing. For the most part, other than listening to the others, she really doesn't respond to anything either. Focused on Kurt. Mostly. She nods to Scott and murmurs, "I'll message it to her." To Jean, likely, she means. "And yeah. Know the feeling." Of always knowing when someone is coming. She's not as powerful as Jean is, but she's never surprised by visitors, at the very least. She chuckles. "Well of course he does, Kurt. He's the only pegasus. I'm about going to have to put him on a diet because he's starting to get fluffy from all the treats." She laughs at that, a quiet amused and warm sound. It isn't surprising that favorites are played when it comes to Brightwind. Afterall, he's not a horse. He's a pegasus. That's as much difference as between a monkey and a human. Dani snorts and keeps the phone steady. "You knew going in it would turn you pink," she points out. "And it's not like it's a giant tattoo. At least it'll come off." She laughs again, and shakes her head. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' To be fair, the layer of latex is transluscent, but when the subject underneath is very dark blue, that's a contrast to the absurdly skin-toned pinkishness over the top. Against Rogue's skin, it would blend in quite well, because she's not... well... blue! In theory. A bit of colour adjustment might be required. "Actually touching is part of the test. Just give me a second--" some camera lenses, protected behind little shields snap off a series of images in the cubicle itself, then the doctor seems satisfied. "It should be able to stand casual contact, but will detach if its rubbed. My word, I'm quite proud of that, it made a perfect suspension on your fur, Kurt!" Hank swigs his beer, heads to his iPad and loads the images taken into software that apparently analyzes if the layer is intact in 360 degrees, stepping up beside Scott to share the data. "Looks remarkably good, actually. Very good. I'm pleased with that.... ninety eight percent integrous, is good enough to wear a sun-dress over!" Analyzing a bit further "And all commonly exposed areas at a hundred percent! The underside of your tail got missed in a few spots, where nozzles aren't designed with extra appendages in mind." There's a pause, before Beast supplies "...you can get it off with rolling motions of latex covered areas against latex covered areas. It'll basically rub off and the last little nitty gritties will come off with a shower." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue blinks, and then blinks again. "Oh. I suppose that makes sense..." About the note on why it looks so pink on Kurt. She pauses to take a few snapshots within the video and then raises her brow. "How will we know if Jean laughs at the video if we don't send it to Scott to show her?" A grin over her lips then before she looks towards Hank, listening as he rabbles on about the scientific aspects of what's just occurred. "Okay, so you say casual contact, no rubbing. But holding hands, hugs, gentle touches... those would be fine right?" Apparently there's one thing that's most important out of the three. To be able to hug people for the first time in....a very long time. She smiles and then she reaches to take Kurt's cheeks in her hands - though they're gloved still - and she whispers, "Danke, liebster bruder..." Before daring to press her forehead against Kurt's own. No time like the present to see if she winds up randomly teleporting them or they stay right there in that booth! 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "She is laughing, trust me. She says hello." Scott says as he finds his lips quirking upwards for a brief moment. "We still want the video though. For science reasons." He gives a glance over to Hank for a moment, squinting one eye behind his red glasses. "So, she can touch people, but what do they feel in return? Do they feel a latex exterior, kind of like rubber upon her skin or does it feel like flesh?" He asks curiously as he studies Kurt's current state. "And there's no chance of allergies, rashes, side effects if any gets into her mouth or eyes by accident? Or .. other .. parts that we would not want sand to get stuck in?" He may as well ask the tough questions. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' For a moment, Kurt wiggles the fingers of his right hand as though perhaps testing the stuff he's coated with, and then he eyes Dani. "You just want to share the pink. I can come out and rub it off on you!" he teases, quirking a grin, his yellow eyes bright. "At least I give him healthy treats? Apples and carrots," he adds, giving a nod to her. "Ja, I knew I would be pink. It's not terrible," he comments, swishing his tail. And for a moment, he eyes his tail, and then other parts of himself. "Ah, well... I don't think Rogue will have to worry about tail coverage," he comments, quirking a grin. Then he moves to open and then step out of the cubicle, but pauses as Rogue approaches him. "I'm not sure that pink is a good colour on me, though. I mean, it doesn't really go well with my eye colour," he says with all manner of amusement, blinking almost coquettishly. Because Kurt will be Kurt, and his sense of humour is entirely intact. "I'll hold off on testing the removing part, just yet. Other testing first," he comments, giving a nod. He blinks at Rogue as her hands come to his cheeks, his gaze meeting hers. He's fearless, and he doesn't move away as her forehead presses against his own. "Gern geschehen, liebe schwester," he says softly, a smile quirking up the corners of his lips. "I would do anything to help you, ja?" 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar leaves her phone pointed where it is, and looks at Henry, her brow furrowed a little bit. "Casual contact is good, but won't things backfire if it will rub off so easily?" Her eyes go back to the phone and back and forth between that and Kurt and Rogue after. She watches as there is forehead touching. Here's the question. Is it going to work, or no? "Hmm." Scott's questions seem to have evoked questions of Dani's own. "and can she feel it when she's touching with that stuff on?" She smirks at Scott's referral to sensative areas, but doesn't comment otherwise on that. Nope. Nopey nope! To Kurt she snorts. "I volunteered too, remember?" She grins and glances to Beast. "Is the test of Kurt enough, or do you need me to hop in there too?" She shuts off the video now, and swaps aps to a messenging one. And starts the slowish process of sending the video to Jean. While that's loading, she looks back to Henry, more than willing to step up to the plate to be test subject number two. She, too, would do anything in her power to help. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' All very good questions to be asking, true enough. "I already went through with Rogue about whether she is allergic or not, but that is a concern you'd have to address with anyone you're hugging, Rogue." Looking at the southern Belle at this, Hank peers over the spectacles he doesn't have, because he's wearing magnifying goggles at the moment. Go figure. "You'd have to make sure that -they- don't have a latex allergy, before you indulge. As to rashes, there is a caveat. Because of the nature of latex, it is a barrier, which is what we want. A micro-fine barrier to prevent skin to skin contact; this formula I mixed with an immulsion formula that includes iddybiddy sponge-like molecules, which means it does breathe a little, but if you leave it on for more than two or three hours, you are going to end up with heat rash and sweat rash, because your skin can only breathe so much through the surface. That's longer than most movie special effects can be worn without there being sweaty-latex rash." As to the rest, he gestures toward Kurt. "Touch it. He's the safe test subject, we want to see how well it works. You /actively/ have to rub it off. Casual, it won't. There are modified silk proteins in it too, to improve contact sensation, though that should be of sufficiently low quantity that it will not cause allergens. The latex though, is natural rubber derived. It isn't toxic. SO inhaling it will just not be very pleasant and leave you wanting to sneeze out a very sticky booger and eating it likewise... plant based and non-toxic. Do NOT get it in the eyes though, that can cause some serious gunk under the eyeball if you do." Dani's question is met with a thoughtful press of lips though, considering the subject matter at hand. "Another test subject wouldn't hurt. It will give a better lay of skin-to-skin. Kurt demonstrated that it's integrous though, even with fur involved. You do look like you got dipped into balloon vat, Kurt." Ahem. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' There's a moment. Maybe another. Before Rogue steps back and looks herself over, then Kurt over and she grins. "It seems like it worked." She offers, finally coming around to what others are talking about though she only barely catches things like allergies, rashes and the like. Though it seems that people are already covering those topics and she looks to Hank in particular. "Okay, that all makes sense. It's obviously not for daily wear or likely even daily use. Maybe for social and special occasions." She offers, stepping back a bit more. "Still. So far it seems to be holding it's weight. Kurt and I didn't bamf away...and I don't feel him in my head at all." Then she glances to Scott. "Valid points, but like Blue Meanie said, I'm covered. Rightly too, I should make sure I ain't touchin' a one with an allergy to latex. Got it." Then she looks to Dani. "You volunteered too? I didn't know or I woulda thanked you also. Only one I got to tell me was Kurt...and even then I had to go from Kurt to Hank just to get the truth. I really appreciate it. Truly..." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of his head, Scott looks pleased, and happy to see that Rogue is able to touch Kurt without issue. "Good job, Hank. Once again, you find a way to use science to create some amazing things. I'm proud of you." He says as he thumps him heavily on the shoulder. "I hope this works out, even if it's just a quickfix for now." He gives a nod of his head towards the others, then starts for the door as he takes another sip of his beer. "I will leave you to your weird sciencing. I hope you all have a good day. I'll wait for the video in my inbox later so I can show Jean and Warren. Good luck, guys." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' There's a glance towards Henry, and Kurt raises an eyebrow just a touch at the information. Well, he wasn't planning on staying pink for overly long! Long enough to test it, and maybe a bit longer because it's interesting. And amusing, at least a little bit. "I held my breath, just in case, but it's good to know I didn't need to. Still probably preferable than sneezing a booger of pink schmoo, though," he comments, snickering. Then he grins, and takes a moment to look over himself again. "Ja, just a smidge," he comments, looking to Henry briefly. He grins as he looks to Rogue, and he gives a small nod to her. "It does seem like it did what it is supposed to do. Which is very good," he says with a nod. And then? Since all of him is safe except part of his tail, he hugs Rogue. Whether she wants one or not. Because that's what brothers are for! "Well... I didn't want to spoil the surprise, so...," he comments with a grin, his tail swishing. Then he looks to Scott and chuckles before giving a nod. "Enjoy your day as well, Scott. Try not to laugh too hard at the video," he says lightly. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar listens to the explanations from Henry, but refrains from comment for now. She wrinkles her nose at the thought of under eyeball gunk. Ew. She nods to Henry's decision about a second test subject, though. The phone, now that the video has sent, is locked again and placed back into her pants pocket. She then peels out of her shoes, her jeans, and her teeshirt. What's left is a sports bra and workout shorts much like what Kurt is wearing. Dani glances to Rogue and grins. "Yeah. I volunteered too. And of course you didn't know. I wanted it to be a surprise." She grins again, and puts the goggles on. Then thinks a moment, and puts her hair up into a quick twist, secured with a hair tie pulled from her pants pocket opposite her phone. "Scott, I already texted it to you and Jean. You should be getting it any minute now." There's a nod to Kurt. "I think I'll hold my breath too. No interest in breathing this stuff in." She chuckles and steps over to the booth. She makes sure the goggles are adjusted right, and then speads her arms a bit as Kurt had. "Right. I'm ready whenever one of you wants to push the button," she says with a quick laugh. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy gestures to Rogue to do the honours, which of course will result in a second cloud of PINK. Dani's skintone is much closer to Rogue's though, so when the dust settles as it were, she just looks a little bit off -- first nations vs southern belle, there IS a minor discrepency, more obvious when you shift clothing a little. "Of course, ideally you'd just be wearing underpants when you do it, Rogue. Or nothing at all," he gestures to the cubicle. "It's moveable, once we're sure that it's not going to leak wierdly or cause issues. You'll be able to install it in your room. Each tank contains about three coatings and I'd have to mix up more, as and when." Peering over, an issue does become a little bit apparent. Whereas Kurt has fur all over, human beings that are human shaped have hair only in certain places and Dani's eyebrows look considerably pinker than they ought. "Hmm. I might have to mix up some transparent latex in a smaller cannister for eyebrow area, or that is going to look rather peculiar." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue didn't expect a hug so immediately, but she wanted a hug so very badly. In fact, she's been wanting hugs for a very long time from a few people. So when Kurt moves forward to actually give Rogue a hug, she returns it, holding her brother close and tight. That's when emotion overwhelms her and for a moment, the southern belle who's stubborn as all get out lets down a few emotional walls and begins to cry. It's not the blubbering sort, but there are noticeable tears, and a sniffle or two while she holds onto Kurt for a lingering moment. As she steps back, she looks herself over, to see if any of the latex transferred onto her - not that she would really mind but it would help to see just how transferable it is. Then she looks up as Dani makes her way into the shower. Another sniffle, Rogue manages to look over at Hank just before swiping at her eyes and then presses the remote again to cover Dani in that latex coating. A shaky breath or two later and she listens to Hank's remarks. "Maybe I should wear a shower cap too...for my hair..." Sniffle sniff. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' "We're always glad to be giving the happy kind of surprises," Kurt says, quirking a grin as he looks to Dani. He does give her a brief look over after she's undressed, but it's not anything that's lewd. It was more just in a way of seeing what she had on underneath in preparation of being a guinea pig herself. He chuckles and gives a nod to her. "Ja, it's likely the best option, holding your breath. I don't think pink boogers would be fun. Except as a prank. Maybe," he comments, snickering. "Rogue gets the honours of button pushing." Then he looks to Henry and he gives a bit of a nod. "This is really amazing, Henry. You have definitely outdone yourself, and it's a lot safer than my idea," he says. Then he looks to Dani, to see the results of the spraying, and he tilts his head a bit to one side, his tail swishing a bit. "The eyebrows do look a bit... odd," he comments. Kurt lightly pats Rogue on the back, and then he gives her a warm smile. "Overwhelming, a little?" he asks her, quietly. And he keeps an arm around her, just because he actually can right now. "A shower cap is a good idea, it would keep your hair from turning pink. You might want ear plugs, too." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' It's instinct that brings Dani to close her eyes when the spray starts on. But then she remembers the goggles protecting her eyes and so opens them again. And can see nothing but pink. She's a good bit darker than Rogue, the Cheyenne blood being the reason for that. Not that it really shows at present, given that she's all covered fairly evenly. She chuckles about the eyebrows, then lifts the goggles so she can see again. "Hm. You said something about transparent. Would it be more difficult to just make it all transparent so you don't have to worry about color matching?" Dani looks to Rogue and smiles. "A showercap might be a good idea. Unless you want your hair coated too." She laughs. Her hair is quite liberally coated with the pink stuff. For what she looks like under all the clothing, she's very fit. And it's obvious she does all kinds of physical training. There's much muscle definition there. "I agree with Kurt. This is amazing." She walks over now and gives Rogue a hug. Doesn't even ask. Just does it. Usually, the only one /she/ hugs is Brightwind, or occasionally Kurt. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "I tried completely transluscent and natural on the Crash-test teddy and it looked a bit odd. Dulled all the natural colour. I mean, I could do a transluscent one for the whole thing, but it would wash you out some, Rogue. People would be asking if you're anaemic," Hank smiles though at Kurt's words. "The technology was already available, all I really did was fiddle with the diameters of the nozzles and come up with a way to evenly coat. After all, it's not a tan we're trying to give her, but a barrier device." He pauses. "Dani, how much can you feel through it?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue leans against Kurt because she can for the moment and she nods. "Little overwhelming, yeah.." This offered and she smiles before finding a Dani hugging her as well, and without being asked! So she hugs the woman back, and just like before, tries to see how much more latex has been transferred at this point. She then removes her gloves, and takes a breath, holding out her hands to Dani. "Want to try a direct touch? Skin to skin?" 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' Kurt tilts his head a touch to one side at Dani's suggestion of making the latex transparent. He doesn't think that it should make a difference, really. "I didn't think of a showercap until after, but it should work well to keep your hair out of it," he says, looking to Rogue and giving her a nod. He slips from Rogue's side then, so that Dani can have a turn at hugging Rogue, and he can't help but to grin at it. He chuckles softly as his attention turns to Henry, and he gives a nod. "True, but... taking all of the pieces and putting it together into one big and super amazing idea like this? That credit is all on you, my friend," he says in a warm tone of voice. He looks again to Rogue, then to Dani, watching the pair of them and simply being pleased with all of it. Pleased, and happy. His sister deserves this. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar makes a face at Henry. "So it's either asking if she's anemic, or asking if shes blushing all the time?" She chuckles and glances to Rogue. The choice, ultimately, is going to be Rogue's. "Hmmm.. I can feel a little bit. There's some sensation. It's not as bad as wearing latex gloves." When Rogue asks about touching, there's no hesitation at all. Dani reaches immediately with her hand and places it in Rogue's. She's strong. Sure, Rogue's power would be able to knock her for a loop, but it isn't likely to kill her before Rogue can get disengaged. "I agree, Henry. The credit goes to you. We're just test subjects." She grins. She's definitely pleased too. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Well, neither dark blue, nor cheyenne skintone is quite a match for that!" Beast can but chuckle, obviously amused by the commentary. "She shouldn't look like she's perpetually embarassed..." He however, looks a little sheepish, pushing the air with one big mitt toward the trio. Get away with you! "Good, glad there's sensation, it's still never going to quite be nothing, but that kind of fix would take a lot more work and I'm not sure I have the skill to do it," he admits. "Aiming for less than tissue-paper thin was the goal. I could have gone finer, but it would've been a bit too risky. Too flimsy. So, now it would be your turn, Anna-Marie. Not necessarily now, but... I have readings, I can assess how quickly the nozzles need a clean after two uses and then come up with the best practice for maintenance on your brand spanking new Party booth." He kisses his fingers and blows it to Rogue. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "All of this is amazing..." Rogue says and then looks to Henry. "I cannot thank you enough, Henry. This is really...I am beside myself." She says this much and then finds her hands taken by Dani. Nothing. No invasion of her mind. No transference of powers. It's just two people holding hands. Rogue is over the moon. "Maybe not tonight, no. Let you do some tweaking. I'll come by tomorrow or the next day. And this all works out. I can do myself up on prom night, even though I'm just a chapperone, but wait until I walk into prom with no gloves on." She laughs. "And you two guinea pigs. I owe you both. I truly do." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' The choice is, ultimately, up to Rogue. She's the one that'll be 'gloved up' in it and wearing it out. "Ja, it's thinner than a glove. It's... a bit odd? It's good! It's feeling, and it's not feeling, at the same time," Kurt says, a smile coming to his features. He looks to Dani, watching her, and then he gives a nod. "We're just guinea pigs. Pink ones. Oooh! The skinny pigs!" he says, snickering, his yellow eyes glowing and his tail swishing behind him. Then he looks to Rogue, and he quirks a grin. "Bah, nien! You owe me -- us, nothing. Nothing at all. We did this willingly, we volunteered. Anything to help you, you know that," Kurt says softly, giving a small nod to her. He lifts one of his pink hands, and he lightly rubs her upper arm, smiling warmly at her. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar grins at Beast. "I dunno. It's kind of pink. Kinda like blushing." She winks at Henry, teasing him just a little bit. Because she can, and for no other reason. She grins toward Rogue now, happy with how this has turned out. She shakes her head to Rogue, though. "You don't owe me anything. If our situations were reversed, I know damn well you would be doing exactly the same for me." At this moment, her phone beeps. Dani disengages from Rogue after a squeeze of the woman's hand and walks to her jeans. She digs her phone out and grimaces. "I gotta go guys. Thanks for letting me help." She grins and then tugs her clothing on over the latex. It can be removed later. She jogs out the door, tapping something on her phone as she goes. 
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13352/The Mutant Farm: Eyes in the Skye

2021-05-23T01:50:35Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "Gawd I'm glad my month's over," Clint says, as he opens the back door, extending outside just long enough to drop a bag of used litter in the garbage can. "Next month is your turn cleaning the boxes!" Returning to the living room and sending a murderous look at the cats, Clint sits back, his feet on the coffee table, glancing over at Skye who's working quite focused on her laptop. "So, what are you working on?" 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye was sitting down with her laptop looking for information. Particularly on the 'Farm'. So far just digging through so much stuff that was irrelevant. "That's nice." She wasn't paying any sort of attention to Clint.. Until.. Boxes? Why would he be glad.. ah drats. Her head peers at his. "It's almost the beginning of the month? How did that happen?!" And as if he knew what they were speaking about, Grant made a very snide smile, and went back to sleep. 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' Rarely very interested in whatever Skye is searching - after all /she/ is the specialist of the dark web / Clint had noticed how focused the SHIELD agent has been lately. The case must be serious. Glancing at her laptop, he can see a group photo of soldiers posing in front of a tent, in a desertic surrounding. The soldiers wear a red maple leaf on their shoulder badges, "Canadians? Not yer usual criminals, right, except for sending Logan over." He grins at that, remembering his last visit with the X-Men, and the talk about cheap beers and hookers. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Be nice to Logan, he helped me out at the beginning of getting a grip on my powers." But Skye has to admit, that was a little bit funny, regardless. She showed him the picture. "This one there, he's responsible, I know he is. But how. That's the hard part." Every time she thought she was getting somewhere, it didn't pan out. Everything came back to that man: Raymond Fortin. 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' Clint leans over, closer, to get a better look at the man on the photo. Then, data entered by Skye provide more information, another picture. Same guy, different place. "Ah look, in civilian clothes now, and older. It doesn't say where." But Clint being known for noticing details, right there spots some bits of information, "Well, isn't it a fleur de lys flag, there, in the background? If you run some algorythms, it could probably pinpoint to the exact place, and get you closer to him. Man, so much river and mountains, it won't be easy to identify the place." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye sits for a minute. "You're right. A fleur-de-lis. Now lets see.." She has a good reference in his watch - an older model, with ticking hand, not digital. And with that, and some time she's got a much smaller place to look in. 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' With an appreciative nod - Skye can do wonders with a computer - Clint watches as the computer... computes, and comes back with a narrowed area, in the St. Lawrence river, then pointing at a more specific, although large area: the Antiscosti Island. Although he rarely uses it other than to order pizza, Clint pulls his half-broken Starkphone from his vest, checking info on the place. Maybe he's trying to beat Skye at it! "Man," he grins, "Seriously? Anticosti: 280 inhabitants, 40 000 whitetail deers." He grins at that, "I guess SHIELD should start there. Who knows, the guy might be there still? Definatly a BBQ party on the photo, so it's either his place, or his friend's." Just an educated guess, which might be worth investigating. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Well, I don't know if he had the kids there, but odds are, either he is, or we would see where he most likely would be found next." Skye can't think how he would have dumped the house so soon. It obviously was a 'cottage' home for him. 

:'''{{#var:137|Clint Barton (137)}} has posed:''' "Well, it might be from Amazonia to Borealis for me!" Clint jokes, now that a good lead has been found. Then he frowns, thinking, "But that is only one guy," he says, "This doesn't cover what you told me, the link to second-hand AIM stuff. I mean, there are the leaders, but we're also looking for the clients. So many trails to follow. Blah." Since he has his phone in hand, Clint decides to order dinner, "Dumplings, good for you?" 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Dumplings.. and after supper I'll get right on it." Skye set her laptop down, and gave him a kiss. "Come on. Eat." 
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13346/Touching base with an old friend

2021-05-21T21:02:54Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' Laura Kinney has been off the grid for a while. But it's time to walk in the world again. There were only two contenders for her first stop, and well, it's faster to get to New York City than it is to get to the Xavier Academy. So, she's made it to the city. Finding Andrea was annoyingly more difficult than she expected; she assumed that when someone was famous, everyone would know where they live. But it turns out that it's actually difficult to get personal information about famous people. Privacy, who knew. She actually spent most of her first day finding out where to go. Now, on the morning of her second, she's arrived at the building. She enters the tower, and explains she's here to see Andrea, which provokes more annoyance, as the building security wants some details, and her answers to "last name" of "Just Laura" and "what's your business" being "None of yours" haven't exactly endeared her to the security people. But, finally, she's in the elevator...and then out of the elevator. She starts over towards the door, and knocks on it. That's what you're supposed to do. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' This afternon, Andrea is taking it easy. Her housekeeper came and gone already after a quick turn through their home. It's not that they are messy, if anything, her housekeeper is most likely bored doing some vacuuming and dusting before she takes off for the day. At the moment, she is sprawled out on the couch in a pair of jeans and a loose fitted sleeveless crop top of a swishy fabric. She has a bottle of water in her hands as she watches the local news. The lobby pinged her earlier on her phone about 'Laura no last name' and she gave the go ahead to unlock the elevator to let her up. Once the cameras pop up on her phone to show her arrival, she hops to her feet and unlocks the four bolts with a smile. "Hey, Laura." She says as she waves her in. "Come on in! Wow. It's been forever since I've seen you." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' There's an actual smile from Laura. Small, but present, which is definitely a step in the right direction. "Hello, Andrea." She'll step up, and even offer the other young woman a hug. "It has been a while, yes. I've been traveling." A pause, and then she asks "Am I supposed to call you "Andi"?" She's beefed up her social skills some. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Returning the hug, Andrea gives her a grin. "Yeah, you can call me Andi. You got nickname priviledges." She closes the door and bolts the four locks, then heads for the kitchen. "I'll grab you some water. You want anything to eat?" She asks as she gives a long stretch of her body. The toned stomach and back can be seen, revealing the deep gouging of scars along her body that she earned when she battled the war wolves that were sent to the school. A reminder of all that she has fought for. "I have missed the hell outta you. Jay is out and about and my twin brother, Nevada, who you haven't met yet is most likely with him. They're besties at this point." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:'''     "I found out that you are supposed to call your friends by shorter, more affectionate names." Pauses. "Generally. The rules seem complicated." So many social things do. "Yes. I would like something to eat. I am very hungry." She admits, and then looks curious. She doesn't /quite/ understand twins. "You have a clone?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I have a brother that my mom squeezed out the same time as me, just a few minutes earlier. I only found out about him a year ago. He was living with my biological dad, while I was living with my mom. Seems like my mom had a big dark secret she hid from me. It's a long story, but I think you'd like it. It has violence and heroism involved." Opening the fridge, Andrea takes out a couple bottles of water, then takes out a plate of cold left over pizza from last night that she'll head over to microwave. Waste not. Nevada also really likes his junk food. She plucks a picture of the two of them together and holds it out to her. There is similarities between the two of them, especially in the eyes. "He is .. um... a mutant also. Can turn into a wolf.. ish creature and he talks to dead people. He sends their souls to their final journey." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks at the picture, committing it to memory, but it's less necessary. Her nose has already picked up the other scents here, including the one that shares a great deal with Andrea's scent. At least when your nose is as sharp as hers. But the last comment makes her frown. "The dead are dead. They do not talk." As many people as she's killed, the notion that they might is actually a little disturbing. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Some of them actually do talk. I mean, they're dead in the sense that you turned their bodies into worm food, but they do have souls. I mean, you've seen demons in Illyana's hell world, right? What do they call that again .. um.. " Andrea trails off in thought. "I forgot off the top of my head, I don't talk to her. But, yeah, some souls get trapped on Earth, instead of instantly going to where they belong to upon their bodies death." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' Laura seems more than a little troubled by this possibility, frowning. "That sounds unpleasant. For all participants." She shakes it off, as the microwave beeps. Food takes priority, and she moves over to get it out from the microwave, grabbing out the plate and sitting it on the nearest countertop. "You are happy about this? About having a brother?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I actually am. Just not really the situation in general. I grew up with a guy I thought was my biological dad, but .. he wasn't. When my mom was overseas in one of the wars, she got critically injured and she found out it was her time to go. My biological father, Thane, came to her because he sensed her death was near." Andrea quirks her lips upwards. "I found out that my dad was shape shifted into a dog and has been loyal to my mother. I guess um.. her original .. dog died and he took it's place because he had a thing for her." As her shoudlers rise upwards, her arms flop at her side. "So, at that moment he revealed his true form, that of the Barghest. A hound from hell. He broke the law to spare her life. In return, he was stripped of his power and to remain as a mortal man until he passes. In return to spare her life, he .. wanted an heir. So, they hooked up .. they actually fell in love and then when the war ended, she went home to my .. um.. father.. " "I never did tell Tom, my dad, about any of this. It's mom's dirty secret and I only met this Thane guy once. My brother showed up a year later saying he wanted to meet me and he was tired of the secret. Threw me for a loop. I found out that after birth, he took Nevada and fled for overseas. My dad never knew .. she hid the truth, that she was pregnant with twins." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' Laura listens. "That...sounds strange. But then, my family situation is strange too. I think it will be nice to meet your brother." She takes a bite of the pizza. "Thank you for the food." That gets a slight smile; Laura remembers when she first learned to say thank you, and it was dealing with Andrea. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, my brother is cute, and single. He has an injury though. He has a twist in his spine and wider hips, so he walks with a limp." Andrea says as she gives a long stretch of her body. She gives a nod of her head at the thanks, twisting her own water bottle open to take a sip. "So, you hit up the school yet? Where were you at anyways?" She asks as she sinks down on her couch, sighing happily at the feel of the cushions. Comfy. 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' "There is nothing they can do, medically? And I have not been to the school yet. I need to go see Jean and Scott." Laura looks to Andrea. "You have left the school completely?" she asks, curious. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "No, nothing they can do. It's um... apart of the broken laws. That is his curse. He has to be a broken man." Andrea says with a sad look. "But, yeah! I left the school. I been back a few times, but I go to college at NYU with Jay now. I'm there for production, he's going for audio engineering. He and I are busy working on our first album together with his band. We got some new music out there. We're just busy. I even got a clothing line now! Um.. and I'm working on my charity with Mister Worthington. So, just too busy to drop by the school, but Miss Grey and I have girl's night out here and there." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' "Are you preparing to marry him?" Laura asks, curiously. "If so, I understand I am required to wear a dress and defend your honor." Okay, so she doesn't QUITE have it right. She finishes the first slice. "May I have another piece?" She takes a deep sigh. "It is very good to be back." She pauses and realizes she didn't answer. "I was in Japan. Among other places." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I am hoping to marry him! Sam and Alexis are engaged now. So, I'm obviously putting pressure on him now to pop the question, but knowing him, he's going to take his sweet time." Andrea says as she gives a wolfish grin on her face, propping her feet up on the coffee table. They are sitting on the couch. "Yeah, go raid the fridge. Eat whatever you want. I just went shopping." She says as she motions her hand towards the kitchen. "What were you doing in Japan?" 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' "Studying. Logan spent several years there trying to control his instincts and impulses. I thought that perhaps I might find something of use there." Laura answers. "And...I wanted to get away from New York for a time." Another bite of her pizza. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn hasn't visited Andrea in a while, and while she could literally just pop in whenever she wants, that would be totally rude (besides she wouldn't want to surprise her!). so instead, she presses the buzzer downstairs. "Heey, it's Megs! You home, Andrea?" she calls. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Can't blame you there. New York is pretty wound up. Jay and I are buying a house to move out near Salem. Going to live the country life and get away from all the noise." Andrea glances over at her phone as the app springs up to reveal the camera feed from outside. "Oh, Megan is here." She slides off the couch and heads over, unlocking the four bolts to let her in with a grin. "Hey! Laura is here too. It's like an old school New Mutie reunion now." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks over towards the door, curiously. "I'm not certain I count as "old school"." She watches, curiously, as she takes in Megan's scent and stands as the new arrival enters. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pops in a second later, peeking around the door, then pushes it open the whole way. "Hi, Andrea!" she beams as she bounds in, giving her a quick hug before looking over at Laura. "Oh wow, Laura! Where you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" she giggles as she looks her over. "Hey, are you coming back to the school?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Returning the hug, Andrea gives her friend a big grin. "Hey Megs. Laura was in Japan on a vacation. Laura, you remember Megan, right? We graduated together. Technically you became an X-Man and then quit showing up to class, but Megan and I was at graduation together." She says as she trots back towards the kitchen. "You want something to drink or eat? Laura wanted more pizza. It's from last night if you're starving." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' "I did not know her well, but I did see her around school." Laura replies to Andrea, before looking back over to Megan. "Do you still live at the school?" She takes a couple steps closer, scenting the air around Megan to see if there are familiar scents on her. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn oohs, "Japan? Wow, that's awesome! What was it like, did you bring back any cool souvenirs?" she looks Laura up and down, wondering if she was doing a rigorous workout over there too, or got in a nice sun tan..Who knows? "Oh yeah, of course I remember you." she giggles, "I've seen you around the school before too, but I guess we didn't get to hang out much." she makes a face. "I guess, at first I thought you were kinda scary but of course you mellowed out so that's cool." She nods. "For now, yeah. Just for a semester of college, and I'm a member of Xmen now too! Although I'm gonna have to transfer to another college soon for my next year, maybe move in with my boyfriend.." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' Laura doesn't seem to be tanned, or not more than usual. Her skin's already been somewhat on the olive tone. "We hadn't. Your wings are very interesting, though. And I am sorry if I frightened you." She considers Megan's comment, and frowns faintly. "Everyone seems very focused on their relationships." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smirks and folds her arms, trying to appear a bit bolder than the nervous girl she might have been when she first started school at Xavier's. "Ohh, I've been in enough scrapes, battled enough big scaries to not be intimidated by a girl with claws..Not that you're not a badass person anyways, but I know you're not gonna just eat me up!" She grins, fluttering her wings a little. "Ooh, thanks! I guess even my wings changed a bit as they got older." they were once big awkard, slow moving butterfly wings..But hey, a lot has happened since then. As for the relationship thing, she pouts a bit. "Awe, sorry to make you feel left out. I guess it's part of growing up? But we should totally hang out more! You seem like a cool person and besides you're one of Andrea's friends, she always makes good friends." 

:'''{{#var:78|Laura Kinney (78)}} has posed:''' Laura looks surprised. "I do not eat people." She pauses, and looks over towards Andrea. "Did others say I ate people?" It would certainly explain some of the strange things that happened around her back at school. "And I don't feel...left out. At least, not more than normal." She looks to Megan. "What do you like to do to hang out?" 
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13204/Rogue's Birthday Disappearance

2021-05-21T03:20:32Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' The original plan for Rogue was to stay locked in her room, or fly off somewhere and not be around for anyone to find her. Then Scott found her before she could do anything, and after a brief conversation she agreed to maybe do something small. Could be fun. She has to sometimes be reminded that she does have friends at the school who actually care about her. So a text was sent to the handful of people she considers close. <Yeah, it's that time of year where apparently I'm supposed to celebrate being alive. Come to Harry's if you want. I might be there. ~Rogue> And she /is/ there, but there's no decor, no hooplah or streamers, just a girl in a full body suit, gloves, cut off shorts, and a tee shirt that reads Fueled by Sweet Tea. Course, that may not be a tall glass of actual sweet tea she's sipping on at a table currently all on her lonesome. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy has a tendancy to be on time for things. It might just be medical training that does that, because you can't be late to a code Blue, after all. The same may be said of his date for the evening, for he enters with Sandy on his arm and a rather small but brightly coloured gift bag dangling over one arm, complete with obnoxious lavender glitter paper. It looks about as girly as he could find, it seems and maybe on purpose. He's dressed in jeans and a colourful tie-dyed Tee, with a denim jacket over the top, trying for the smart-casual beside his date. There is a little pencil topper blue meanie sticking out of the side of the bag though, on the end of a swizzle stick. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     Social obligations. They're a grim spectre to no small number of Xavier's crew. Comes along with the territory, the whole aspect of being something of a social outcast, dealing with difficulties fitting in. And for some of the X'ers it's something more ingrained just from their very nature.     Such as how it is for Logan.     The Canadian mutant is never one to be entirely at ease in a crowd. Especially ones where there are 'expectations'. Such as cheer and friendliness. Those things are sometimes above and beyond. And so what does one do with the potential onslaught of grumpy misery? They spread it around.     "C'mon, Kurt. We're going."     As easy as that. One growly near-feral mutant shifts the karmic burden like so. Which is why the two X-Men arrive together, Logan stepping through the door and holding it open for him for a time. Then once they're both in he starts heading on towards the back area where Rogue might well find herself. He's in the typical blue jeans and a black shirt, though the most notable thing are those fine looking leather boots. Over one shoulder he's toting a wrapped present, one finger under the twine that holds it together. Once he's at the table he sets it down with a thump. "You seem cheery." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' With her arm in Henry's, Sandy is wearing a loose fitted black dress, flats and a simple white open blouse upon her shoulders. She gives a bright smile as she heads inside, carrying what appears to be a bright pink box with a flourishy red bow on the top. She seems bubbly as always as they head in together. "Hello, Rogue! Happy Birthday!" She sings out to her. She is heavily caffinated from her sixteen hour overnight shift at the ER, but she was bound and determined to not sleep in and miss out on a chance to socialize. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' As the saying goes, misery loves company. Except that the company that Logan has chosen to recruit isn't fully sharing the misery. When Logan knocked and informed him that they were going, Kurt readily agreed! He snags the gift bag with Rogue's gift, and then he heads off with Logan, his tail lightly swishing behind him. "Of course we're going," Kurt says with a bit of a grin and a nod. Thus it is that he arrives along with the feral mutant, stepping through the door in the wake of the larger fellow. There's a brief glance that he gives the surroundings, but he easily spies Rogue, lifting his free hand to wave in her direction. He's wearing a grey t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans, dressed comfortably for the festivities. Once they've reached her table, he lifts the gift bag to place it in front of but a bit beside Rogue. "Happy birthday, Anne Marie," he says softly to her, a warm note to his voice. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Lately there haven't been many things to celebrate, so it's a pleasant change of pace when friends and family can get together to laugh. In a deep teal sundress belted in gold with lace up brown boots, Jean comes through the door looking adorned for the weather and a casual party. Cradled in her arm is a gift box wrapped in white paper dotted with black and gold with a color-coordinated ribbon. She makes her way over to the growing gathering with a brilliant smile and grinning to those faces she sees with an array of quickly spoken "Hey!", "Sandy, it's been forever!", and of course a, "Happy birthday!" to the woman that they're there for. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue glances up and over as familiar faces and voices start coming into the bar in groups. A smile forms and she shifts to sit up a bit while taking a sip of her drink. "Cheery's one word to use for it.." She responds to Logan first and then actually stands as him, Kurt, Hank and Sandra first come in. "Hey Kurt. Hank." Then she tilts her head as she spots gifts. All the gifts. Like everyone seems to have one. Then one more arrives, and Rogue gives a smile and a small wave to Jean. "Sandy, it's nice to see you again. Jean, thanks for coming. I guess Scott's busy with that other thing." She's not saying the thing outloud, but she figured if Scott didn't show up it was because he was busy. This was sorta *his* idea after all! She motions so that people can drop their gifts off, and she did grab the larger table just in case people actually showed up. A flush of color touches her cheeks. "Thanks for comin' everyone, and for the wishes. I appreciate 'em. And for the gifts, but they weren't expected...or...necessary." Still, a smile remains. "Drinks are on me tonight, so please, grab something on the tab and enjoy yourselves." Then she sits again. There's still no cake. But that's likely because Rogue just didn't bother. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Well, how could we turn down an excuse to not have students, have drinks and celebrate, even if it is by having large amounts of chicken wings and beer?" Hank replies, winking as he settles the gift down on the table that was picked, reaching out a fist afterwards to bump it with Rogue. Glancing to Jean at the mention of Scott, he has a reasonable idea and nods, without saying an actual word, turning instead on the barman. "Double order of all the shareables and wings. Lots and lots of wings," he grins, looking to Sandy. "Any particular drink? Or are we doing whatever everyone else is doing? I'm terrible with shooters, by the by." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     A sidelong glance is given to Kurt, maybe even a small smile might be coaxed out. Then when Jean arrives Logan lifts his chin and that smile settles at ease for a moment. "Hey, Jeany." He steps back and to the side to give other folks room as he looks around, noting the lack of something.     Then with a grunt he declares, "I'll go get the beer." And with that he's already starting to turn away. Though not before he pauses and maintains that smile just long enough to meet Rogue's gaze and tell her, "And oh yeah, happy birthday, kiddo. But yer dreamin' if you think you're payin'."     That done he leaves his package there amongst the growing pile and heads toward the bar where his first objective is likely getting a pitcher and some mugs to help the bartender since likely... he's about to be beset. 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' Leaning over to place a peck on Henry's cheek, Sandy gives him a smile as she places her box down on the table with the other gifts. "I'll have whatever you're having, blueberry. I trust you." She brightens visibly at the sight of Jean, then heads over to give her a quick, firm hug. "Jean! I'm so sorry that we haven't caught up lately. Work is killing me. Look at me! Look at how dead I am. Later we should go grab a coffee and talk. I have a lot of ER gossip." Once she settles into a seat, she lifts a hand and waves towards the others. "Hi Kurt." Her eyes track Logan towards the bar, then back to Rogue. "How are you doing?" 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' Gifts should be expected. It's a birthday, and it's Rogue's birthday! Kurt's tail swishes lightly behind him as he watches her, and there's a smile from him as he reaches with his tail to lightly rub her back. Carefully, as always. "There are very few things that would keep me from spending your birthday with you, you know," he says, smiling again. Then he shakes his head at her. "Ah, nien, the birthday girl does not buy the drinks, it is a rule," he says, his glowing eyes bright. He looks towards Henry and quirks a grin before giving a nod. "That's a good idea, on the food," he agrees, his tail swishing lightly. "Beer is a good idea," he affirms, giving a nod to Logan. He looks to Sandy and gives a nod of greeting to her, then to Jean to offer similar. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "Hey, you still look upright to me!" Says Jean towards Sandy as she returns the quick embrace. "If you're dead, you're the best looking dead that I've seen. You must have some good coffee. Or coffee add ons." Back towards Rogue she replies as she sets down the gift on the table. "He is. There's a ton of prep-work. He promises an awesome present and a full detailing of whatever vehicle you want as an apology." Or Jean is making the promise for him and telling him long distance. One never quite knows. And they're right." She further states with a gesture towards Logan and Kurt. "You aren't buying a thing tonight. Neither are you allowed to order cheap for our collective benefit. Live it up!" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Who in the world's going to pay for it then? You all already got me gifts, least I can do is pay for everything else." Well, that's Rogue's logic anyway as she watches Logan head to the bar for beer and then takes another drink of her Long Island. There's an actual chuckle as she looks to Hank and then she shakes her head. "Seems lately there ain't been much to celebrate over. Scott and I talked a bit this morning when he dropped his gift off to me. Talked me into having a bit of a get together." She's still stiff, but it's early yet and she's always cautious going into celebratory things - especially when they revolve around her. There's a bit of a pause as more gifts are piled onto the table when people manage to skirt it and Rogue decides to grab an extra chair to place them aside her - that way there's room for all the food and drinks about to hit the table once the bar's gotten all their orders. "Hey Hank, will you get me a gin and tonic?" Which will likely be her drink of choice for the rest of the night. A smile to Sandy then. "I've been...mostly okay. Still dealin' with some things but...ain't nothin' I won't get over soon." This and then she looks to Kurt, narrowing her eyes at him in that loving way she has. "I know, kleiner damon." That bit spoken in whatever broken southern style german accent she can feign. "I really do appreciate it. And fine. I get it. But that means I need to get my card back from the bar." Feeling his tail, she smiles and carefully reaches to place a very gloved hand onto Kurt's shoulder. It's their way of hugging that's safest. Finally she hears Jean and there's actually a chuckle that comes from her. "Like I said, Scott gave me something this morning. A card and a gift certificate to a really cool store in the shopping centre." Then she shrugs. "But if he adds in detailing Sheila, I wouldn't say no of course." Sheila, her little red sportster that sits in the garage until she drives it when flying can't do. Seeing Jean let loose actually makes her happy and so she nods. "Why not, yeah? You only turn twenty five once." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Anna-Marie," Hank begins as he jerks his thumb to Rogue and nods to the barkeep with a soft 'and keep them coming, all she wants', nodding briefly at Sandy as she goes to socializing. He then picks up his own drink, a mai-tai and another for his date, the gin and tonic and a pitcher, all balancing on one massive mitt as he ferries it to the table. "I actually don't spend very much. I room at the School, I keep an office and otherwise, I rake in quite a bit of money from patents, have several doctorates that are active and thusly, I have a platinum plus card, with added Spyder protection." He grins. "It's the very -least- I can do...." setting the tray down, he picks a spot with a good view, letting Kurt have the seat closest to his sister and claiming the two chairs next. "Shiela will get the princess treatment. Scott does an insane amount of buffing when he's in car-clean mode. Industrial strength turtle wax." 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     It takes a bit of time, but not too much so. A few minutes to wrangle up the beer and quirk an eyebrow at the bartender as he makes ready to fill the pitcher. Logan's enough of a regular that he gets the go ahead with a wave so once that's settled he fills that pitcher with some good ole PBR which is his choice after all, later rounds other folks can make their call.     Once he's got the pitcher he takes it and slides it over for Hank to complete the pick up.     "Wings are always good." He says as he follows along a little late in the conversation. That done he pulls out a chair and twists it around sideways so he can sprawl a bit and lean to the side, arm over the back of the chair. He fills a mug for himself then takes it in hand.     "Customary to have a toast for the birthday gal." Logan lifts his voice a bit, holding up his mug. Then he looks around, "Dunno what yer lookin' at, one of you should come up with it." His lip twists up a little as he defers that responsibility. 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "Trust me, Jean. I am very dead." Sandy says with a grin to her old friend before she looks over to Rogue. She says with a plucky tone in her voice. "I hear you, sister. Know what gets me through the day? I got this saying." She clears her throat. "Smiling increases face value. When I'm having a rough one, I just put on a big smile and I fake it till' I make it. I figure as long as I got my smile, ain't nothing in life going to wear me down. Nope. Not today." At the topic of a toast, she pipes up, but slides her hand over her mai thai once it arrives, ready to hold it up when ready. Her eyes curiously glance over towards the other three since it appears Logan isn't going to brave the speech waters. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' "Exactly! You order what you want, what you like," Kurt says, giving a nod to Rogue, his smile easily returning. "No paying for things! It's your special day, you don't pay for things today," he adds, quirking a grin that's a lot of pointed teeth. He lifts a hand to tussle his hair, and he tilts his head a little to one side. "Waking up in the morning sounds like a good reason to celebrate, to me. Ending a day without getting hurt also sounds like one," he comments. Kurt takes a seat next to Rogue then, which isn't entirely out of the ordinary. He chuckles softly, and he gives a nod. "I can get it for you, if you like," he says with a grin. Then he looks to Logan and chuckles softly before giving a small nod. "It might be customary, but it doesn't have to be complicated," he says, sounding a bit amused. He moves a mug in front of himself, but he doesn't reach for the pitcher since it had been moved towards Henry. He's willing to wait his turn. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "He even quotes Karate Kid when he thinks no one is listening." Serenely trolls Jean as discussion of Scott's waxing talents comes up. She settles herself into her chair and pours herself a round when her turn comes 'round. PBR it is, and she takes it without complaint. She's probably gotten well used to Logan's beer choices over the years. As grand speeches aren't forthcoming, she hoists up her pint glass. "Anna Marie is a woman who's like this speech. Short and sweet, but pulls no punches. She's the bad ass you want in your corner, the friend you want wether you need to scream or laugh, and the one who reminds us all that life shouldn't be about what other people think, because your life is your own and they can respect it or get the hell out of the way. To Rogue! Twenty-five years of making this world spicier, just the way it need to be." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Goddess bless. Now there's speeches?! But no one seems to be budging in that department for a moment so maybe Rogue is lucky. She watches as Hank and Logan bring back beer by the pitcher(s) and mugs to go with them, plus her requested GnT, and other drinks what flow. Food will likely be coming soon, and that's fine with her. She might just start opening presents here in a moment. "You people are the best. M'really lucky to have all'a y'all in my life." She offers this much and looks around again, having already conceeded she won't pay for the night. Then, someone decides to make a speech and her emerald gaze goes to Jean for the moment. She listens, she blushes, and then she raises her glass to it all. "Shucks, Jean. Awful kind words there." This and then she makes a 'cheers' motion with her glass before taking a drink. A glance around and she finds there are no No Smoking signs in the bar so she idly glances for an ash tray to grab while also reaching for a random present. First one up : the lavender glitter bag with the blue meanie straw already sticking out. Which causes Rogue to laugh. "I know who this one is from!" 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Hear, hear!" Hank grins at the speech by Jean, raising his own mai-tai and clinking imaginary glasses into the air and real glasses against Sandy's, because: girlfriend. He also grins fit to split a cheshire's smile at the Karate Kid quotes, for that is not a surprise in the least at least to him. He leans in to kiss Sandy on the turn of ear and jaw, murmuring a sweet nothing, before facing the music on the glitterbomb bag. Inside is a box coloured in sparkly pink with red lip kisses all over it. Inside -that- though, is a simple hand-written card that says 'IOU Tanning session - good for whenever' and a 'portable pocket' for running enthusiasts that seems to have an industrial strength strap to it. The display card has it holding cellphone, iPod, smokes, wallet and for reasons not quite fathomable, a Hello Kitty doll. Adjustable for 'body holster', arm or thigh. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     "Leave it ta Jean ta come through," Logan says as he slouches to the side and holds up his beer. Once she finishes speaking the toast he'll lift his drink up a little more and find a likely candidate near enough to clink his against, likely Kurt though he's a bit closer to the birthday girl herself.     "To Rogue." He offers in the toast and then takes a swig of his beer, settling back into his seat. Then he wipes his forearm across his lips and murmurs, "So now's the part where she gives us all presents for toleratin' her for another year?"     A glance given toward Jean, "I got that right?" 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "Jean, can you follow me around and just say amazing things about me for a full day? That was really good!" Sandy says as she raises her glass upwards, clinking it against Henry's with a 'hear hear!', then gives a smile at his whisper against her ear. She finds herself blushing for a moment before she gives a glance back to him. She leans in and gives him a quick kiss on the lips, followed by a bump of her nose to his. When Rogue goes about opening her presents, she straightens up and giggles as she grabs Henry's first. "He fretted over trying to find something perfect for you." She teases the Cookie Monster at her side. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' There's a light flick of his tail as he looks to Jean, listening to her speech, and there's a warm smile that comes to his features as she finishes. And he gives a small nod. "To Rogue!" he agrees, looking to his sister. "We simply are. Better together than apart, most days. We're lucky to have you, too," he says, giving a nod to her. He reaches to the pitcher in order to pour his mug, then lifts his mug to clink it with Rogue's first, and then to Logan's. Then he snickers at Logan's, his glowing eyes bright. "You might have that a bit backwards. Aren't the gifts from us because she's put up with us for the past year?" he asks, grinning with amusement. He lifts his mug, taking a drink before lightly slipping his tail around himself, letting it rest across his lap. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' The downfalls of being a leader. Impromptu speeches. At least this one comes with friends and beer. Jean gives Rogue a salute with her glass and a wide grin that breaks out into a quick laugh at what Logan says. Giving him one of those looks that suggests she'd probably be giving him a teasing punch to the arm if he was in range, the redhead says, "Hardly! But now that you mentioned it, that's probably a good idea for your next birthday. ...or mine." She mutters the addition into her suds. There's another snorted laugh from Jean as she looks over to Sandra. "I'll follow you, but I don't do theme music. I can enjoy a good tune, but I'm no musician. But throwing out some nice words and turning heads? /That/ I can do." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue chuckles as she looks to Sandy while opening the gift, and then opening the box within. "The Blue Meanie touch is fitting." Then she sees the coupon and she glances back to Hank. "Is it ready?" Asking this before she looks back to the rest of the gift and she smiles. "It's perfect because he remembered I off handedly mentioned I need a better place to put my stuff since my body suits don't have pockets." She smiles, a genuine thing and then looks back up to Hank. "Thank you." The next gift she grabs is a white box with a red bow and some twine wrapped around it. Once she manages to keep it open - and as a note, she's carefully removing bows and tissue paper. Even going so far as to fold the paper for safe keeping. It's a thing. Once she gets into Logan's gift, she takes one look at the collection of country music and rolls her eyes. "Jokes on you, Logan. I might actually like some of these songs!" Then she lets out a laugh and looks over to the gifts remaining. The writer can't go back and look at all the box descriptions, so the next one she happens to grab was the one gifted by Sandy. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy indulges in the kiss. PDA's are so very rarely in his life up to a certain point, so to hell with that! He looks over at Jean afterwards, murmuring "I heard that," to her, because sometimes you have to call your friends on thier mumbles. He sips on his mai-tai, then smizes to Kurt, going rather quiet as Rogue opens her gift from him, nodding. "At least good for roping your brother into testing the efficacy of the latex suspension," looking at Kurt, he lofts an eyebrow up fleetingly, grins cheesily and then looks back to Rogue. "After that, I predict small tweaks and you should be able to wear a nice little strappy sundress and enjoy a day, provided you don't throw down with anyone. Remember: Casual contact." He laughs at the retort to Logan, then focuses supremely on what Sandy in her infinite knowledge, dragged up from the Lady Brigade. 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' Inside Sandy's present is an outfit. It's a beautiful outfit. Expensive. Lucas Hugh Axis Leggings in a black and and blue color, as well as a matching crop top. They are designed for full body yoga and workouts. Breathable fabric that contour to the body perfectly. They are going to make Rogue's ass look incredible. There is also a small gift card tucked away with a sticker on it that reads: For your Yoga Mat! Happy Birthday. The plump woman smiles and sips on her drink as she watches the opening of presents, straightening up some. She grins at Logan and Jean's back and forth for a moment before she looks back to Rogue. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' "Oh, come now! We all put up with each other equally, and we all have our moments, I'm sure. Good days and bad days. It is the way of life," Kurt says with a smile, looking around the faces of his friends. Then he snickers. "Just take a music player with you and have it on repeat play of selected tunes," he suggests, quirking a grin before he takes another drink of his beer. His tail flicks up from his lap in order to swishes at his back, and he looks to Henry before giving a nod. "I have the best incentive for helping with the testing! Just let me know when, ja?" he says with a smile and a nod. He's more than willing to submit himself to be a guinea pig to the device. He looks back to Rogue to watch the presents being opened. "Should I get a yoga mat and then we can practice together?" he offers. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' "This is why I make sure you all get free room and board and food." Jean says to her fellows. "I can't make you rich - well, I could, but my access to the checks would be immediately revoked - but I can at least keep you all safe and fed for putting up with me and my inane demands." She's turning back them to watch the continued present opening with her beer in hand and she's grinning at the apparel as it makes an appearance. "Hey, I like the colors. Those will look great, and if yoga doesn't pan out, they make amazing lounge pants." Not that it sounds like Jean knows anything about failed yoga attempts. Not at all. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue nods to Hank and then her gaze shifts to Kurt and she smiles at him. "Quite apparent that we will do anything for one another. Thank you." Then she opens the gift from Sandy and gives a blink. "Oh wow. These are amazing! I love the colors..." Taking out the leggins, giving them a testing pull here and there, she nods. "Might wear them running or flying too...they're definitely sporty enugh." And then she nods to Kurt once more. "You do yoga? Or is this a thing we're likely gonna start together?" She smiles and then looks to Sandy properly. "Thank you. Very much. This is lovely." And it's not even done! Just halfway. She still has Jean's and Kurt's gifts to open still. A look over, and she grabs Jean's gift - likely saving her brother's for last just because she can. "I dunno what I ever did to deserve gifts like this... this is... really incredible." A smirk to Jean then as she opens the lady's present. "I already lounge around in body suits, to be honest..." Even when she's alone in her room, she rarely removes them except for when she's going to bed. 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' The box Jean brought turns out to be surprisingly heavy. Inside the box is a rucksack. It's a fine waxed canvas in a deep, rich navy blue with espresso brown leather accents. It's a quality bag, the kind that comes from being handmade. The fabric is supple but of a weight that feels like it could probably tangle with a bear and keep going. It's got buckled pouches aplenty, though none of them bulky. The bag seems to go for a more slimline shape - an attempt to find something aerodynamic? - though there's a larger a reinformed zippered section at the bottom housing a carefully folded swatch of thick, padded, grey wool. Inside the many internal pockets and compartments, Jean seems to have loaded it up like a bag one might use for camping or in emergencies. "Because I know sometimes life takes you on the road, so you should have something to grab and go when you need wherever you end up." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "I'll contact you in the next few days, Kurt. And be warned, I am totally going to be filming it for posterity," Hank informs, beaming thin-lipped at the nightcrawler. He gazes over the yoga clothing with an appreciative look, gazing at the rucksack as it is revealed. "Well, damn." Sip! Mai-tai is finished, screw the sipping. "Harry? Refills please, on me, of course." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "I'm glad you really like them! Henry helped pick them out for me. Really it's a joint present from us both." Sandy says as she leans in against Beast's shoulder, giving his arm a firm squeeze for a moment. "I hope you and Kurt have a fun time twisting yourself into pretzels. I'm jealous." She says, finishing her Mai Thai, then ordering a second one as her paramour does as well. It's going to be a drinking night! She took tomorrow off from work knowing most likely she is spending the night over. She refuses to go in on a hangover. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue takes out the rucksack and looks it over, then pokes around inside it, finding the bits and bobs already included for grab-and-go purposes. She glances over to Jean and gives a smile, and between this and the other gifts, Rogue is becoming just a bit overwhelmed. There's a glint of wet in her eyes that she turns and tries to swipe away. "I wouldn'a guessed in a hundred years to get gifts like this. You all are amazing..." This is offered and she takes another drink of her gin and tonic before giving a sniffle. There's one gift left and she grabs it, beginning to open it and she smiles. Again she's taking care with all wrapping paper, ribbons, bows, tissue paper and bags - and figuring she'll have to have help maybe carrying some of this back to the school. She'll recruit Kurt for that surely. 
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13343/Rooftop Roundup

2021-05-21T02:31:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1328|Blackout (1328)}} has posed:'''     A vertical, 8' diameter, inky black disk forms just inches off the rooftop. From the disk (which is a portal into the Darkforce Dimension) comes a man wearing an all black body suit. He doesn't just step, he falls out of the disk, lands on his right shoulder, and skids across the gravel like material that covers the rooftop. He makes all sorts of grunting noises as he does, indicating that it wasn't his intention to land like he did. He comes to a stop, looks up at the disk and waves his right hand toward it. The disk closes and then he lays his head back on the roof - thinking he's alone and safe from whatever was on the other side of the disk. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Alone, in Gotham, is always a subjective term. At night, in particular, the likelihood to be near a member of the Bat Family, or the Batman himself. This night, it would seem to have been Blackouts fortune to not be observed by Batman but rather Batgirl. She had been standing thirty meters away to use the rooftop as a stakeout location to keep tabs on the 5th Street Razors gang. They were getting supplied with above street grade weapons and she wanted to know from where and from whom. Hearing the impact, the grating of the gravel and skidding, the redheaded bat turned to scan the rooftop thoroughly. It still took her longer than she cared to admit to find the source of the sounds. 

:'''{{#var:1328|Blackout (1328)}} has posed:'''     Laying there, Blackout decides to remove the face covering and it seems to dissolve into his skin. He then takes a deep breath - perhaps a sigh of relief or even the hint of exhaustion. He remains looking up at the dark skies of Gotham and then glances around at the various other rooftops that look over this particular one. He says, muttering to himself, "Crap. I'm in Gotham." with a hint of distain in his tone.     His left arm raises up and places his forearm over his eyes and the bridge of his nose. He lets out a soft grunt, as if something hurts when he does that. Perhaps his left shoulder didn't move the way it should have. He draws up his left knee and continues to lay there, unaware that he has company. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Perhaps it was the point where the mask dissolved that gave her the chance to spot him. As he continues to star gaze upon the smog filled skies of Gotham, a voice comes from behind his head at conversational distance. "And Gotham is thinking you couldn't name a city without a seedy underbelly that no one wants to admit." Batgirl isn't closing in, but she remains on guard. "So. When are you leaving?" 

:'''{{#var:1328|Blackout (1328)}} has posed:'''     Her voice startles the ever loving crap out of him. Blackout almost jumps out of his super suit from the start she gives him. He quickly sits up and looks over to his left in her general direction. He exclaims, "Dammit! You could give a guy a heart attack sneaking up like that." Then his eyes really do focus on who she is - rather the family she represents and he says, "Oh shit. You're one of them." 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' She takes pride in scaring him but she won't show it. Watching him cautiously she nods, "Astute of you. We're like bad pennies. Except we invest in our city and try to keep it smelling Laundry-Day Fresh" she fires back. The question our viewers are all dying to ask, remains: Who are you and when are you leaving." 

:'''{{#var:1328|Blackout (1328)}} has posed:'''     Standing, Blackout is sure to watch her every move. Cautious in his own right because he's heard things about her family. He brushes off his backside when he's finally on his feet and he says, "Blackout. I'm.." and then he pauses before he answers, "I'm just a guy with powers. And I'll gladly be on my way. Sorry for the interruption."     His face becomes covered by the inky blackness of his suit and disks of the same blackness form beneath his feet. They will lift him off the rooftop by a few inches. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Barbara Gordon says, "Blackout. Seems appropriate. I'm Batgirl. Powers are not looked on fondly by Batman. THe rest of us? Ehnn.. if you don't misuse them and don't break the law? We might not split as many hairs. But most who show up have every aim to misbehave." She watches him begin to hover, taking a more defensive stance." 

:'''{{#var:1328|Blackout (1328)}} has posed:'''     There's a slight pause in his departure. He seems to hear and register what she's saying even if his eyes aren't visible behind the mask. He gives a nod and then Blackout says, "Appreciate the heads up. People in Manhattan aren't so cool about things. They're more of a 'shoot first, shoot second, and don't bother asking questions.'." He then rises up a bit more. He raises his right hand, index finger to thumb making a circle, and he says, "Be seeing you."     With that; Blackout whips up into the night sky (and smog). Coughing to come later. 

:'''{{#var:58|Barbara Gordon (58)}} has posed:''' Batgirl watches and almost smirks at the description of Manhattan. NYC always was rather high strung after all. She watches Blackout rise into the sky and disappear. Her eyes narrow in thought as she reflects on the encounter. It may have been brief but she won't forget him or any detail. That's her secret superpower after all. She eats her Tasty O's. 
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13342/The Mutant Farm: Shield interviews Lucas.

2021-05-21T02:23:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Settled in the staff lounge is Scott Summers, as well as Jean Grey and Lucas Farmer. They are waiting for the Shield agents to arrive as requested. The field leader is wearing a button down shirt of a solid blue color, black pants and polished shoes. He has a black tie on as well with a gold 'x' tie pin. He is settled at a desk and there are several chairs sat out, as well as a tray of small sandwiches, coffee, water, and mini cans of Pepsi. As he gives a glance over towards the student, he clears his throat. "Don't be nervous today. They are good people that we trust. They just want to know what you know so that we can find your friends and bring those who harmed you to justice." Or worse. Depends on who finds them first. "Miss Grey will provide them with images of your memories to help them out. Just relax. It will be over before you know it, and you will be back with your friends soon." Once the agents arrive, they will be met at the front door by an aide and brought to the meeting room. 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' When the SHIELD agents do arrive, it is in a plain black SUV. No markings. They are dressed in regular clothes, not SHIELD uniforms. Just a couple of people visiting the school, nothing to draw attention. As they are shown in, they follow the aid to the meeting room and join the others already there. Natasha is wearing a pair of black slacks with an emerald green button-up shirt that matches her eyes. A pair of ankle-high boots with a short heel. She does have a black blazer over the top. A smile is given to all those gathered. "I appreciate you all allowing us to come visit. I promise we will keep this short." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean Grey arguably owns more business attire than she does jeans and spandex uniforms these days, and she's opted into one of her preferable fitted slacks and blazer combo, though the jacket is cropped to add a bit more style and dodge the 'stuffy professor' look. Both are black like her polished heels with a deep cobalt shirt underneath and overhung with a simple chain necklace with an X pendant. The inner liner of the blazer looks to be trimmed in a muted gold. The majority of her attention is paid to Lucas and she offers the young man as reassuring smile as she can offer, something well practiced even when she's not boosting it with her powers. "And if at any point you need a break, any at all, just let me know. For any reason. Okay?" As she's alerted to the car arriving outside, she turns to look as the staff member guides the agents in. She rises up out of her chair and gives a polite dip of her head. "Of course, thank you for coming. One of these days, maybe we can meet without it being due to these kinds of circumstances." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Along with Nat came Skye. Definitely regular clothes (as usual, for the most part), but her wrists were bound with a special wrist brace. She tried to be normal but, she was a tiny bit nervous. She nodded to everyone in the room. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Sitting on a chair, the young mutant listens to Scott, nodding. He's wearing the sameclothes that were given to him when he arrived at the School, jeans and a brand new shirt. If he understood Scott's words and the description of what's to happen , this doesn't seem to make him relax one bit. Not only Skye is nervous in this room! Lucas is, as usual, the living image of stress. At the mention of /being back with his friends/, Lucas raises an eyebrow, visibly puzzed. Back where exactly, or with which friends? Lucas glances over at Jean, who's supposed to look inside his head, like Jeremy described to him. Still, nothing to make him feel any better. "OK, ma'am," he says in a low voice, almost a whisper. And then the SHIELD agents arrive, two women who are given a glance, just long enough to ascertain if they pose any kind of threat, which, if they did, woud modulate his response accordingly. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Natasha. Skye. Thank you for coming. This is Lucas." Scott says with a motion of his hand towards the boy. "He says he is also called Lucky, which I believe is very much so, being that we were able to liberate him. Lucas, this is special agent Natasha Romanoff and Skye Johnson. They are two of the good guys. I have long history with Miss Romanoff in working together and I trust her completely." He rises upwards, giving a motion of his hand towards the refreshments. "If any of you are hungry or thirsty, please enjoy. We tried to pick out one of each meat and a vegetarian option, just in case. Whenever you are ready, by all means." He gives a glance over towards Lucas, trying to give him an assuring smile and a nod of his head. 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' "Thank you," Natasha says. She does take a bottle of water and brings it over to her seat, leaving it on a table there. She moves toward Lucas, like she would any other person, albeit a bit more slowly. No threat here. No sign of weapons visible on her person. When she extends her hand to the young man, there is a glint of gold on her wrist from some sort of fancy bracelet. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lucas." Then she will move back to her seat. "We just want to learn more about this place where you were raised. We're going to be looking into it and making sure they of two things. First, they don't start a new one in another place. And second, they pay for everything they did to you and the others." 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Jean resumes her seat next to Lucas once she's given Skye a polite smile of greeting and falls quiet for the moment while Natasha speaks with Lucas. Once she's explained their goals, Jean adds. "This is how this'll work, Lucas. I'll have my hands next to your temples. While I don't /need/ to - so tell me if you don't want that - it just makes things a little easier and the connection more comfortable. I'll be the go-between. Think of me like a projector, something that takes a picture and then makes it bigger for others to see since they can't do what we can. In this case, it'll be your memories." "But, you are the one in control here. It's your mind. I will be there, but you guide me where to go. If there's a memory that you're not ready to share, then just imagine closing a door on it and I'll know not to go there. I can teach you other ways of keeping your privacy later, but for now that will work. If you want to stop, just think it and I'll hear you." There's something wistful at the edge of her voice. Maybe a remembrance of hearing some of the same words from someone a long time ago. "Everything that you can share will help, but we understand some memories may be hard to approach right now." She shifts her chair around to face the young man properly and adds, "Let us know when you're ready or if you have any questions for anyone." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "I'm not so familiar with Scott." Skye actually breaks out into a grin. "But I like to believe I'm trustworthy. And.." She lowers her voice down, and lifts up her hands to show Lucas her wrist braces. "I'm pretty much one of you. The braces keep me from breaking my wrists. I control vibrations." This is one of the first times she has introduced herself as not quite human. And at Nat's words she nods. Yes, they will pay. She doesn't take any refreshments, just sits down. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Is it an attempt at looking /all right/, to reassure everyone when Lucas forces a smile back at Scott, and quickly grabbing a bottle of water. When Natasha offers her hand, the young mutant quickly shakes it in return. The smile still appears on his face as he nods at Skye, a curious look at her braces. Then the young man stares at Jean as she approaches and places her hands near his head. Used to do what he's told, Lucas inhales deeply, then exhales, trying to relax. As Jean dives accesses Lucas' mind, she's confronted with images which - although not of the same level of violence as might be seen in Logan's mind - tell of years of abuse and neglect, constant bullying by nameless guards. Along the memories, a few show moments of joy, shared secret moments of happiness between kids playing or joking around. These are quickly replaced by memories of kids being dragged away, or empty bunks found in the morning. While visiting these memories, Jean might notice the overwhelming /absence/ of feelings, other than a fleeting general sense of despair and... something else. Something that is missing and should be at the top of layers of emotions. Anger. So far, no useful information has been found. Jean might feel that she must look deeper, in the recesses of Lucas' memories to find something that can be of use, a clue, something. Moving deeper into the memories, Jean might feel some resistance, increasing as she gets closer to the deepest part of the young man's memories. A place that is well guarded, protected - not against any external intervention - rather well secluded within a protective net of basic emotions, the strongest of them, hate, despair, anger, grudge. Once Jean can pass this protective layer of pent up emotions, merged together at the core, she can finally access some of the worst memories that Lucas - intentionnally or not - locked away. In this mental construction of himself, the young man seems to have stored everything that he had to hide in order to survive, emotions that he could not express without risking retaliation. And above all, this is where he hides his "powers", his mutant ability, as risky to use as it was highly priced by the Farmers. What some have deemed a low level telekinetic ability, might only be the tip of the iceberg, and iceberg the young mutant tries his damnest to keep hidden. At last, Jean is granted access to this bundle of pent up emotions and repressed memories. Strangely, there is a fresh memory of a few days ago, the face of a man on a computer screen, which memory has been stacked upon older ones. Here, a dead man on the floor, his throat slit, his weapon by his side. There, a kid curled up and crying in pain. And then, some images of kids being transported away and boarded on aircrafts. Looking closely, the small aircraft shows signs of recent painting, which doesn't cover completely the original markings of what looks like a golden beehive, or some golden circle. Those in the know, might recognize an half erased, still visible under the paint, what looks very much like an old AIM logo. Browsing in Lucas memories, Jean can spot some of these logos on the guards, but not all of them wear the same outfit, which looks like second-hand clothes bought at the Army surplus. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As he watches from his spot on the desk, Scott is quiet as he sips at his own bottle of water. He has a turkey sandwich in front of him, having taken a few bites of it earlier. He watches Lucas curiously as he is used as a conduit for telepathy between the pair of agents. He trusts that the process will be smooth and he knows Jean well enough to cut the cord if it gets messy. For now, he remains silent, straight backed and thoughtful. 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' As the images come flowing into her head, Natasha winces slightly. Not because it is painful but more because it is unfamiliar. She's not used to telepathy being used to share information this way, although it's not completely foreign. Just not something she's used to. Nor does she want to get used to it. She recognizes the AIM bits but it could be surplus equipment that someone got ahold of. Or it could be them trying to hide. Both angles will need to be followed up on. She focuses back to a few of the people, ones that were not taken into custody during the X-Men raid. "I know this is difficult and I appreciate you helping. Is there anything you remember about the ones who escaped? The people that ran the Farm. Maybe you've overheard conversations at some point when they were around. A name spoken from one to another. Someone mentioning an upcoming birthday for themselves or their family member." Bits of information they can start tracing from. "And the children that were taken. What is known of them. Abilities, if they have them yet, names." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Now, Skye was new, and it shows, even though she tries to pretend. As Jean, and ultimately, Lucas, got further, she began to focus. She didn't like what had been done to the kids. It was different than her growing up in foster home after foster home until she ended up in a group home, but it resonated within her. Of course, she caught the instruments from AIM, and nodded to herself. That would have to be investigated for sure. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' The link between Lucas and the others is severed, the probe being over, at least for now. It's doubtful diving deeper in the young man's memories could being much more information. Birthdays? Names? Abilities. Frowning in concentration, Lucas searches throughout his memories, freshly revived by the telepathic experience. After a moment, Lucas nods, having found some details that could be of use. "My friends. Joshua, he can put people to sleep, he touches them and poof, they go to sleep. Sandy, it's funny, she can be in two rooms at once." He thinks a bit more, trying to remember his friends, "Andy, he can fly... well, not much cuz we had no room to fly in... They are maybe a little younger than me. They were gone when they" - he looks at Scott and Jean - "Came to the Farm." He then explains, sighing, "As soon as one of us showed our abilities, we were locked up. We didn't use our powers, so the guards and watchers would not see them powers. But at some point, they always found out. And then..." And then, bad things happened, starting with an auction among the clients! And then, Lucas seems excited - something that rarely happens - as he remembers a few days ago, in the Library. "Jeremy! Jeremy was doing things on the computer, and yes, I remembered a few details then, a guard called Fourteen. He was close to the Owner, not like the other guards. But it's not /fourteen/, it's Fortin. Jeremy found a guy named Raymond Fortin, and we also found his picture, he was a soldier on the photo, but I recognized him." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' As he listens, Scott take sanother bite of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before he swallows and gives a lick of his lips. Mayo. Yum. He continues to remain quiet, glancing back and forth between the four participants. He may not be linked to the young boy, but he is fairly sure what they are seeing is horrific. 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' "Thank you, Lucas. All of this has been extremely helpful. We will take that information and follow up on it. All of it. Skye here is really good with computers too and she will dig up what she can." She glanced to Scott and Jean. "If you could have Jeremy provide us with any updated information he might have, please?" She glanced to Skye. "If my partner has no further questions, I think we can close there?" 

:'''{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:''' Memories are delicate operations when Jean is trying to stay as hands off as possible. Literally, in her case, as her hands hover next to the young man's temples and never actively touch. She makes it look easy, even as she leans back in her chair and takes a long drink of water. The tightness of her grip on the glass is the only tell she outwardly gives at what she'd seen. "Of course, Natasha. If we find out any other information that may be of use, we'll send it your way. Likewise, if you need anything else from us just call." She looks to Skye as the woman's asked for any additional questions. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Just a minute.." Skye whips out her smartphone, and does a few swipes.. "Fuck." She hands her phone to Nat. "The man, his name is Raymond Fortin, ex-military, and suspected of being involved in the beating of teenagers, not just in Somalia, but also in the Balkans. He's got a dishonorable discharge.. and I would have to go deeper in get more stuff." Needless to say, he sounded like a piece of trash. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Almost hesitantly, Lucas reaches for the plate with the sandwiches and goodies, and takes one of the turkey sandwiches. In a few bites, said sandwich is eaten, Lucas always eating like it's his first meal of the week or as if someone was going to take it away from him. Hearing what Skye mentions, Lucas nods, "Yes, Somalia and Balkans," he repeats, "We saw that on Jeremy's computer. But he has gray hair now. And he's bad." Good thing the telepathic link is severed at the moment, they might not like to see more about the man from his days at the Farm. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You did good, Lucas. Great job, actually." Scott says as he looks pleased the student is reaching out to take some food. He gives a glance over to Skye and clears his throat. His hand hovers over a pad of red 'slips' on his desk, then puts them off to the side. It's almost an instinctual motion. He can't give Shield agents detention. "I'll make sure to have Jeremy send over anything else if we find it. I know that he's being pulled around for several projects, as well as a career at Stark Industries. Was not sure if you were aware of that." 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' At the F-bomb drop by Skye, Natasha recognized it for what it was: Anger at what they had seen. Still, this was a student in front of them. Of course again, after what they had seen, that word probably didn't bother the kid too much. Wasn't likely his first time hearing it. "Thank you again, Lucas." Then she turned her attention to the others. "Jean, we appreciate the link to help us." Then to Scott. "I was not. I wish him luck in his future," Natasha said as she rose to her feet. She'd never even cracked the seal on the bottle of water. "Hopefully our next visit will be for pleasantries. Though I will not be participating in this years basketball game." She pats herself on the top of the head. "Vertically challenged." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "What.. oh.. oops?" Skye really doesn't feel very bad, that man was a few f-bombs and then some, but she does feel a bit bad for Lucas. "Sorry. My bad Lucas." She stares at Scott.. A detention!? She didn't accept them when she was in school (for how many days she bothered to go to school before ditching and the group home all together). Then she laughed. "I'll be better next time." And she winks, before following Nat. 
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13339/Knock Knock. Hey Rogue

2021-05-20T18:14:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' There is a *knock* on the door from outside as Scott stands in the hallway. He is dressed in his slacks and a button down shirt, along with a tie. It's a school day and as usual, he is professionally groomed for a workday. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue is in her room, and more so has likely decided that her presence for the day is not needed. Anywhere. So when there's a solid *knock* on her door, she gives a slight groan and then moves to go and open it only enough to peer through seeing Scott standing there. A blink, and she opens the door wide enough so he can step through, backing away to give him room. "Morning Scott. ...Did I miss a meeting or something?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "No, you didn't miss a meeting." Scott says as he steps into her room, giving a glance around for a brief moment before he looks back to her. He gives as clear of his throat, then lifts up an envelope to her. "I just wanted to say happy birthday and to bring you a gift. Don't worry, I am not going to broadcast it to everyone else, but I made sure that everyone on my team's birthday is on my phone so it alerts me. It's been a rough year, figured I'd try and help give you a good day." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' At least her room is tidy enough for company. Not like she has random visitors or something, so it's just her and her books. As Scott explains the reason behind his visit, Rogue's expression softens a bit and she reaches to take the envelope from him. "Oh. Well that's awful kind of you, Scott. Ya didn't have to do anything special though." She pauses, even though she sort of seems to covet the envelope a bit. "I was maybe thinking of havin' a little shindig later though. Twenty-five seems to be a decent age to celebrate maybe..." Another pause. "Thanks. This is awful kind of you." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "I hope that you have a good day with your friends then. A birthday is special. Take the day off, no training, no DR, no worries. Just go out and enjoy yourself and breathe for a bit. I tend to spend my birthday at the garage, working on a car with loud rock music and a few beers." Scott gives a glance around her room for a brief moment, then offers her an actual smile on his face. "How are you doing by the way? Everything okay?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Let's face it Scott, all mah friends are here. I was likely goin' to send you all a text later if I managed to feel like celebratin'..." Rogue confesses and then moves over to her desk, placing the envelope there without opening it yet. "I was also thinkin' of just stayin' in, or goin' for a fly around. I dunno. It's just...any other day for me." Still, she forces a smile and at his last question she shrugs. "M'okay, yeah. Things are fine. How about with you and Jean?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Things are fine, as fine as they can be for us. We have a few things to knock off a checklist. Talk to Ro', talk to Hank, talk to Warren. Get ready for Prom and Graduation. Start working on a speech." Scott says as he meanders around the room curiously. "You found Rosie? How is she doing?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue chuckles. "Seems like a lot of talkin'..." Which would likely drive herself crazy, even though she did a few rounds yesterday. "She seems better now." She offers. "Her biggest concern was that we'd be disappointed in her. To the point of even killin' her because she messed up in using her powers." Rogue taps on her desk then, and Scott will mostly find books - mystery, murder, some erotica types - strewn on her bed or a table. "I talked to 'Ro yesterday morning, but she..didn't remember a lot. Then I talked to Rosie and told her a bit about myself, and assured her ain't a one of us gonna be that mad. Then I talked to Jeremy. I did a lot of talkin' yesterday." She finally opens the envelope, to peek at it, and maybe distract herself. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Of course. We do need to talk to her though, and hear her side of the story and have a conversation about powers, but the girl survived and is okay. This is just why we need to reinforce how important it is that we use our powers carefully and learn control. She could benefit from extra Danger Room practice, but she needs counseling, that's for sure. Jean and I have been talking about hiring a specialist for the school." Scott says as he furrows his brows. "X-Men are not designed for this, nor is most of our faculty. We have some of us in roles as a counselor, such as Kitty, but I think we need someone professional to speak with special cases like her." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I think that'd be a good thing. Especially for a lot of these kids who come here scared right off the bat. Like that Lucas kid. Or Gray." Handful of others maybe but Rogue wasn't going to name them outloud. "Not for nothin' but I also urged Rosie to talk to Hank a bit more. I'm sure he could help her with her powers...since they're technically science based." A pause then. "I'm also wonderin' about this man who found Rosie. She described him as white skinned, jewel in his forehead, black cape. Was tryin' to convince her he couldn't be harmed by her powers." She taps the desk a few times. "Truth be told, I'd met him once, and I know he can't be harmed by mine." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Sinister." Scott says with a visible frown upon his face. "He also goes by Nathanial Essex. He is in our files. He is a geneticist and has tried to clone mutants before, mostly Morlocks. He's a twisted individual. He has an obsession with my family tree for some reason." He gives a pause for a moment, then squints his eyes. "I guess I should send Alex a text. That may line up with what happened earlier. Great." He says with a loud sigh. "He's a powerful mutant, possibly hundreds of years old." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue doesn't say anything for a moment or so after Scott finishes talking. A breath taken in as she processes what's said about the man. "He didn't seem so bad..." That's the rub though isn't it? "Anyway...that's about everything recently so far. Aside from me gifting Jeremy with a kitten a couple days ago. Found him, the kitten, abandoned in Hell's Kitchen when I went to go visit Dagger." She finally seems to genuinely smile. "Might get a kitten for Lucas. You shoulda seen how his face lit up, he seemed like a whole different kid when he saw the little fluff ball. I know some people keep pets as like..support animals. Might be an idea..." Rubbing the back of her head then, she adds, "Though prolly not the best one.. Ain't tryin' to turn the school into a zoo or nothin'..." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Of course he doesn't seem bad. He's had hundreds of years to perfect the social game. He's charming, wily, manipulative. He has a way of getting into people's heads." Scott looks visibly frustrated as he rubs at his face, then the back of his neck as he gives a shake of his head. "Fuck." He used a bad word! "Mm. Yeah. Um.. Kittens." He trails off. "I need to speak with Lucas as well. Shield is coming by today to interview him." He says as he lets out a heavy breath, then straightens up. Inside the evelope is a birthday card, and on the front of it, it reads: 'Of All The People In The World, I hate You The Least. Happy Birthday!' Inside the card is a hundred dollar gift card to one of her favorite stores to shop at. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue doesn't say anything more on Sinister. If she's going to deal with the man, then she'll do it on her own time, and not let anyone know about it. The swear that slips from Scott's mouth causes her to raise a brow again. "Such language!" She jokes and then gives a nod of her head. "Ah, is that today too? Well... if people are going to be busy...maybe I'll just stick to stayin' in my room. Ain't like I got any real plans anyway.." The gift card is looked at, gains a smile, and then she puts everything back into the envelope and then sticks the envelope into a desk drawer. "So that's everything then." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "You haven't been tortured by this guy, Anna. You don't know what he's done. Read the files. If you see him, I need to know. I need to know if he's talked to any of the team. He's just as bad as Apocalypse. While Apocalypse may want to tear the world down with his strong survive mentality, but Sinister wants to rip people apart and fool around with their guts and turn them into mindless slaves." Scott rubs his brow a few times. "After Shield leaves, we'll make sure that we celebrate your birthday proper. Can go to Harry's and have some drinks and bring a cake over." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue bites on her lower lip a bit and then shakes her head. "He...he wants...he offered to help me try and figure out why I can't control my powers..." She confesses. "I've been heavily considerin' his offer." There's a pause. Then she changes subjects again. "Suppose that sounds like a plan. Goin' to Harry's. But you ain't gotta do all that hooplah. We could just all show up and have a good time. No need for extra fussin'." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "No. Absolutely not. Do not.. Anna. No." Scott says as he throws his hands upwards. "He'll help himself. Maybe turn you into a zombie, or clone five of you and dress them up like Barbie dolls. He's a twisted sick piece of shit." There is a heavy mutter under his breath. "Feel like I need to send an email to everyone and tell them to not talk to that jackass." He takes a few seconds to think, then slips his phone out of his pocket and taps along the glass, his shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry if you think we're failing you. I know.. that this is hard for you. I get it." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I...what?" Rogue blinks and glances over to Scott after a moment, shaking her head some. "Don't put words in my mouth, Scott Summers. I ain't ever said any of you were failing me..." She takes a breath and walks over to one of her windows, leaning against the outline a moment. "If anything...I feel like I've failed myself. Entirely. And the more I've been goin' over my past for whatever reason recently...the more I'm comin' to believe it." She lowers her head a little to stare at the floor. "Reckon I'm a danger to myself and others, and this place is just where I can stay so I don't hurt no one. And then I remember I hurt a student...cause my powers just go...and ain't nothin' able to stop them." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "The fact that you're willing to talk to Mister Sinister makes me feel like we're failing you. You don't have to say it. I understand that Charles sold you a vacation package he can't come through on. He said the same thing to me. That one day I'd be able to take these glasses off and see color again and not hurt someone. People like us don't have easy powers to simply control. There's no switch. It's either we are stuck with it and we suck it up, or we keep trying and trying until we're exhausted from trying. I don't want you to give up. Out of everyone on my team, you're the one I am rooting for the hardest. I just feel that I need to say that more." Scott says as he tilts his chin upwards. "You aren't failing at anything." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue shakes her head a little, still staring out the window. "Charles gave me a little hope, but he also gave me a second chance. I've got some powers that are worth their weight in gold...but the main one. My /actual/ power..." She shrugs. "It ain't worth hashin' over. I appreciate the words, Scott. I'll try to keep them in mind." There's a breath. "But you ain't me, Summers. I got a whole list of reasons makes me a failure." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "It's your birthday, Anna. No more talk about that." Scott says firmly to her. "You're not a failure, you're a valued member of my family and my team. Today is a day for you to celebrate with your friends and to have a good time." He reaches out and pats her on the shoulder firmly. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue sighs, then nods her head. "Fine. No more talk about that." The hand patting her shoulder gains a smile. "I'm glad to be such, Summers. Please don't think otherwise. It's just been a long week...should text a few people to meet up later." A smirk. "I suppose I'll take a cake too." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Good, I'm sure Shannon has already baked one." Scott says, then turns as he heads for the door. "I have a few things to do, but if you invite me to go out, I'll join. If I dno't hear from you, I understand." He teases over his shoulder. "No one wants the boss around." 
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13340/X-Corp

2021-05-20T17:33:49Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto Da Costa stands on the balcony overlooking the controlled chaos that is general intake at X-Corp. Dressed smartly in a three piece suit, he watches the progression of customers, flanked by two assistants. One of the assistants in making notes on a tablet while the other, speaks into a walkie-talkie like communicator. The ground floor is crowded with those looking for help; jobs, medicine, answers. Help Berto's team can provide. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Making her way towards Roberto is Andrea, who is dressed in a pair of skinny jeans with tears along the thighs and legs as well as a baggy Mutie Cutie sweater from her fashion line. The popstarlet is a walking billboard of branding with her hair on point and only a hint of makeup on in the form of gloss and some natural eyeshadow. As he comes up to the balcony, she takes a peek down, then glances over to him. "That looks exciting." She says as she lifts her brows upwards. "Busy day." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto Da Costa smiles and nods, raising an eyebrow, "We're helping people, there's a lot of need. But, we're making a dent, sometimes it's easier to see patterns and spot strangleholds from up here, rathen that down in the queue. Also makes it easier to reward excellence." He turns to one of the assistants, "Give Maria a gold star reward her queue is consistently the shortest, see if she'll speak at the next huddle." Then back to you with a sigh, "Busy? Not really, I wouldn't say slow but this is the average we see on a weekday, we re of course busier on weekends, trying to figure out those hours. You're my 12:30?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I don't know, am I?" Andrea says with an amused grin. "I had the day cleared." She holds up a folder, giving it a wiggle towards him. "Bushwick Mutant Town school district. Underfunded, busted up playground, prehistoric classroom situations, underpaid teachers who are not qualified to deal with the unique situations regarding mutant students, and school board elections are coming up and we don't have a single mutant on the board." She gives another glance out over to the crowds. "Last year my pet project was funding and building a free health care clinic. Now, I want to start working on the future of our people." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto Da Costa chuckles, "That must be nice." He takes the folder and flips through, nodding to one of the assistants, as he walks towards a table, a perfectly normal table. "Pull up what we have on the school district." The holo emitters whir to life and a series of files spring into air, some show data from mutant town, individually, and comparatively to other districts, there are articles detailing how richer districts have used their resources to short circuit the various policies put in place to ensure fairness. Berto goes over Andrea's notes, "Who did you have in mind for the seat? Someone local?" 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I do have someone in mind, actually. Susan Garrison. She has a Masters in Education, currently serving in a director level at Kiddie Academy daycare. Has twenty years of experience in the education field in regards to child development. Minored in psychology. She is human passing with the mutant powers of wind manipulation. She can fly. It's pretty low level. She has reached out to Starlight a few times to offer her services when it comes to some of the younger children who has come through the charity. She's a wonderful person, very smart." Andrea says as she points at the file. "Page six, got a whole background on her." 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto Da Costa nods as he goes over the notes, "Looks good, yeah, we can work this." His eyes shift to assistant umber two, "Vet her and bring her in for an interview, we need to move on this. We need to get her name recognition up and get the word out, see if she's willing to go public or maybe we let the other side out her, see how that plays. " Berto nods to Andrea, "This is a good plan we can make this work. Should have most of it in place by the fall." 
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13338/I like chocolate. I really like chocolate.

2021-05-20T15:53:26Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' It was a Wednesday night, which isn't traditionally a busy night for the bars. But that suited Eddie Brock just fine. He preferred it to be quieter and calmer. Ducking into Joe's, which wasn't too far from his apartment, Eddie wore a light grey sweater, with the sleeves rolled up, the buttons on the collar undone, and it was a bit loose on him, giving him a relaxed look. Below that he had on blue jeans, and brown shoes. His looked like he had no product in it, and yet it rested as though he had just come from a barber's. The symbiote was great with the little details. Heading to the bar, he would take up a seat on one of the stools, turning his back partially to the bar, so he could rest his right elbow on it, with his hand hanging down over the edge, while his right arm draped over his hip and fell between his slightly spread legs. The band was currently playing, with the owner, a greying man with a cane, playing the guitar alongside the band. They were doing a cover of Walking in Memphis by Marc Cohn. Elsewhere, there were a few people playing pool, waiters and waitresses serving appetizers and drinks, and it had a very lived in atmosphere, like the people who came here would keep coming back. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Betsy had found this place a long time ago. She didn't get to come as often as she'd like unfortunately. When she did, she always hoped it would be a night Joe was performing. Thankfully, tonight was one of those nights. She came in the door, dressed comfortably. It was more a local place, not a nightclub where one needed to dress to impressed. Thus she was in jeans with short boots that had a small heel. Her shirt was a camisole style in a dark purple that was almost black. Most people probably would think it was black if it wasn't in the right lighting. She smiled when she saw Joe already on that small stage area he'd set up. Without hesitation, she headed for her favorite barstool. The stool to the left was occupied by a man she didn't recognize. The one to the right was open. No matter, she took her favorite seat and waited for the bartender to notice her. 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' Eddie had been tapping his fingers in the beat along the underside of the bar edge, which was clean of any gum or other things that could get stuck under there. Despite its rustic look, it was well looked after, its patrons were mature enough not to do such things, or a mixture of both. With the bartender coming towards Betsy for her order, Eddie half spun around on his stool, so his body was facing Betsy, but could look to the bartender. Had he spun the other way, he would have brushed against a support column. Waiting for her to order her drink, he would then ask, "I'll have a Death by Chocolate," which immediately had the symbiote practically screaming in his head, 'yummy!' It was so loud that it might be noticed by a nearby telepath, as you can avoid surface thoughts with relative ease, but surface shouts are harder to block out. The sound in his head was also different than his voice, quite different. Soon, the bartender would get to work on Betsy's order, as well as the Death by Chocolate. The later was a combination of chocolate vodka, Irish cream, Creme de Cacao, and chocolate ice cream, blended well, while the inside of the hurricane glass was drizzled with chocolate syrup, and after the mixture was poured, it was topped with chocolate shavings. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "Margarita on the rocks, please," Betsy had requested before preparing to turn and face the stage. The bartender gave a nod then asked Eddie for his order. Hearing the words said, Betsy was immediately raising a hand to catch the bartender's attention again before he could run off and start prepping drinks. Which is when she heard that loud mental "Yummy!" She glanced to the man next to her but it wasn't the same voice. A look around to see who else might be listening. She did have her walls up, the world around her white noise in the background at all times in her life. But when someone 'yelled' mentally, it could break through those walls since she did keep a tiny bit of opening to try to help her sense if there was danger around her. Instead there was someone who really thought the drink sounded good. To be fair, so did she. It's why she caught the bartender. "Please change my order. I would like what the gentleman is having as well. Death By Chocolate? Thank you." As the bartender rushed off to make it, Betsy looked over at Eddie. "It sounds amazing. I hope you don't mind my taking your non-given suggestion." 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' Eddie briefly brought his hand to his face, not quite brushing his ear, but there was a subtle shake. He was too close to Betsy to whisper for the symbiote to be more careful, to quiet down. Worse, the symbiote was repeating in his head, 'choco-choco-choco-chocolate!' like a train, repeating it again and again, and he smiled at the private joke. As the lady changed her drink order, the symbiote would say to him, 'can we have her drink too?' which was a good point, as he was able to say, "No... no, nothing wrong with that. I hope you have a sweet tooth, it can be a bit much." Truth be told, he didn't like chocolate all the time. He was growing somewhat tired of it, but the symbiote loved it, and for better or worse, they were stuck with each other. At least the symbiote liked a wide variety of chocolates to shake it up. Then he offered his hand to her, "name's Eddie." Meanwhile, Joe was breaking in to a rendition of Hurt, Johnny Cash version. The man had the pipes for it. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Taking the offered hand in hers, she introduced herself, "Betsy. A pleasure to meet you, Eddie." Her grip was firm. Not one of those women who did the half-arsed version with a limp wrist and as though afraid they might get cooties from the contact. There were a few calluses on her hand but not like one got from hard labor. More on the blade of her hand as one might find in a martial artist, if one could recognize that sort of thing. "I do have to admit I have a sweet tooth at times. Not always thankfully or my workouts would have to be much longer to compensate. But at times, I do like to indulge." As Joe began that song, she turned her head that direction. "I could listen to him sing all day. I guess he was happy opening a bar though, instead of becoming a professional singer. I'd buy his albums." 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' He was impressed by her handshake. So many women were limp under the circumstances, but hers was full bodied. Surprisingly callused too, for a woman who looked like she did. He had little experience with martial artists, so some details eluded him. It could also be a mixture of the great song and the even greater company. "Oh, you lift?" He asked, being a bodybuilder himself. He looked it. The man was built. Even if he wasn't working out as hard as he was when he was actively trying to kill Spider-Man. Back then, he was dedicated to a single goal. Now, he was living life, and enjoying chocolate, which made it harder to keep up with the crazy fitness level he had been at. When she mentioned that she could listen to him sing all day, an inky tendril slid under the bar, behind her, towards where a basket was with some CDs. It grabbed one, leaving the appropriate money, taken from his wallet, and retracted it back, until it handed it to Eddie's far hand. Not having known what the symbiote was doing, there was a brief look of surprise, until he recognized that he was holding CD case, which he would then bring out, "here you go. So you can take him with you." 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' At the question, she gave a shake of her head. Focusing on him, not noticing the tendril that was making it's way to the basket of CDs. "No, I don't lift. Have great respect for those that do. I do a combination of yoga and martial arts mainly. A few other things scattered in here or there when they pique my interests." Then he is offering that CD. Betsy's look of surprise is a real thing. "I ...guess I never actually asked if he had a CD. I feel rather silly now." She gave a little shrug as she accepted the CD, immediately turning it over to read the list of songs there. Some of her favorites Joe covered and a couple she hadn't heard. She smiled at Eddie. "Thank you. How much do I owe you for it?" 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' He wasn't disappointed. It would have been nice to meet a girl who lifts, but he didn't expect it. He was interested in the yoga and martial arts. She looked Japanese to him, but the accent suggested English, and they were in America, so it was an interesting combination, and he really should get into one of the exercises, yoga, pilates, or whatever was popular these days, and fighting wise, he relied on brute strength, not technique. "I've been meaning to look into that, just, haven't gotten around to it. No real reason. I guess I'm lazy." Which was strange to hear, as a man built like him was anything but lazy. "Don't sweat it," he added about the CD, and when it came to how much, "uh, I can't remember," he genuinely can't, as he hadn't seen the price, "but how about a trade, the CD for a class, yoga, martial arts, or a combination, your choice?" 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Betsy arches a violet brow, dyed to match the rest of her hair or it would just scream that wasn't her natural hair color. With mutants and aliens around, purple hair wasn't necessarily because of dye these days. Somehow she was positive he wasn't lazy or he wouldn't be a bodybuilder. That took time and dedication. Before she could remark on it though, their drinks were delivered. She looked at the chocolatey goodness in front of her and let out a low "Oh my." Then she reached for the straw that was poked into the drink and pulled it to her lips. A quick sip and there was a happy moan from the taste as she rolled her eyes expressively before looking back to Eddie. "This is amazing." Then she focused on his earlier offered deal. "I don't normally teach adults. I teach martial arts to students at a school as an extra curricular activity." She considered as she set the CD down on the bar near her drink for now. "If we are talking one lesson, probably yoga would be easier. You can learn things you'll actually be able to use without further lessons that way." 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' The symbiote once again screamed in his mind as the Death by Chocolate arrived. It wasn't exactly Shakespeare. More like 'Gimme gimme gimme!' Which Eddie dutifully obliged, taking a large drink of it. It was deep and thick enough that it didn't yet sound like he was slurping it, but his went down by a fairly noticeable degree. With some chocolate in his system, the symbiote began to sing in his head, 'I like chocolate. I really like chocolate. Just one bite and I feel all right. I like chocolate.' It was hard to carry on a conversation with the symbiote going on and on about it. 'When I wake I choose a bar of milk, dark or white, which I dip in my hot chocolate then I take a bite. Then for dinner, chocolate pudding with chocolate sauce, and for tea I eat a full size chocolate horse.' "I'm a quick learner," he offered, the symbiote going on, 'It takes milk, and lots of sugar and some cocoa beans, to make a gooey double triple chocolate chip ice cream. With chocolate hundreds and thousands and twenty seven flakes. Not to mention chocolate muffins, brownies, biscuits, and cakes.' Eddie tried his best to speak over the symbiote, who was deafening him, "It sounds like fun. And thanks for making an exception for a late bloomer." As he took another sip, the symbiote was in heaven, 'I like chocolate. I really like chocolate. Just one bite and I feel all right. I like chocolate.' He then lifted the straw out of it, and licked his tongue against it, getting a stronger taste, especially with the shavings. 'I like big sacks of chocolate stars, and bags of chocolate bars. When the last few crumbs hit my tongue, I've just gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta get some more, from the store. I can't stop spending money in the shop. People say "pack it up and pack it in" but I need chocolate everything.' 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Again there was that momentary scream in her head then it was gone. The symbiote's singing wasn't enough to set off her telepathic senses although she was still aware of that white-noise around her, just always there, that little whisper that makes one think if they concentrate, they can make out what is being said. But if she concentrates, it will explode into full thoughts and memories as she entered someone's mind. It was enough to drive some people crazy. Perhaps that was why a lot of telepaths were slightly unstable. "I'll need your full name and a way to reach you. Oh and your date of birth would be helpful so I can do a full background check to make sure you aren't like a serial killer or something," Betsy adds with a laugh, mostly joking on the full background check. She didn't need to go that far. She just needed to peek into his head. As he had raised his voice like there was something he was trying to be heard over, she arched a brow curiously. "Are you alright?" Maybe he was hard of hearing? 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' And so much for that lesson, Eddie thought. If she was serious about the background check, there was no way he was getting a lesson. And hearing his last name, well, Eddie Brock was well known. He was Venom. He had been on trial. But not everyone paid that close attention to trials and such. Plus, if he buried the lead, maybe he could get past it. So he offered, "Edward Charles Allen Brock, my phone number is 347-224-5635, and my address is 700 Brook Ave, Bronx, NY 10455, United States" Hopefully in all of that, she would not pick up on Edward Brock equates Eddie Brock, and Eddie Brock equates Venom. "Oh, no, nothing, probably just some water from when I was swimming earlier," which he was, "you never can quite get that last bit of water out, now can you, right?" The symbiote, which had been singing up to this point, 'I've got a chocolate dog. He likes to stay indoors. He never wants to play. He just likes licking his paws. I've got a chocolate cat. I like to give her a cuddle, but when she curls up by the fire, she wakes up in a puddle.' Then back into 'I like chocolate. I really like chocolate. Just one bite and I feel all right. I like chocolate.' But with Eddie talking about water in his ear, the symbiote asked him, 'are you all right Eddie? Why didn't you tell us you were unwell? We should take the chocolate and go home. And get more chocolate on the way home.' 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Betsy took the information in without writing it down. Maybe she could remember such things. Or so it likely seemed to him. "I was mostly kidding about the background check," she told him with a faint giggle, a bit amused her took her so seriously. She took another long sip of her drink but the level wasn't going down nearly as quickly as Eddie's. "You don't get brain freeze drinking it that fast?" she asked curiously, since there was a liberal amount of ice cream involved, even if it was blended with alcohol. "So you swim too. Good cardio and full body workout." She played with her straw a moment. "What do you do for a living?" SHe'd mentioned she was a teacher after all. 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' "Oh, in that case, forget I said all that," he tried to laugh it off. It seemed genuine. Though he did seem a little nervous. Was it just that Betsy was a rather impressive woman and men were often nervous around her, or was there more to it? At least she giggled at his efforts. He had nearly finished his, which was keeping the symbiote satisfied, but it was still talking to him, concern in its deep gravelly voice, 'we should go. You need rest, and hydration. Chocolate milk is good for that. Or a hot chocolate to warm you up. Better make it both, to hydrate, cool you down, and warm you up.' It didn't work that way, but at least the symbiote cared. "I've built up a tolerance," he offered to her, which had far more truth to it than she likely knew. "I'm a journalist," also true, mostly written," under pen names, "the odd bit of video," as some sites would actually allow him to earn money under his own name, "I could write about your school if you think it would help." He had no idea where she worked, so didn't know if her school needed help or not. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Thinking about someone doing a story on the school had Betsy shaking her head negatively. "I appreciate the thought but it's a private boarding school. Not big on a lot publicity as we are smaller. We already have to turn away enough students. I don't think we should get written up and have to just turn away more. It is really nice of you to offer." A journalist. Which had her wheels starting to spin. The name sort of sounded familiar. Brock something. Why did it ring a bell? "Would I likely have read or seen anything you've done?" Loaded question but she's meaning as a journalist, not as the topic being written about. 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' Raising a hand, "oh, I understand, I figured that was a strong possibility." There were schools that needed to seek attention, and those that hid from it, and there was no way for him to know, which one she came from. She had thus far only given her personal name, no surname, yet she had asked for his full name, and talked about a background check. Now she was diving into his job. She would make a good investigative reporter. Or a spy. "I wrote about the conflict in Corto Maltese, the regime change in Khandaq, Brexit, Bialya, oh, and there was the story about when Superman rescued a cat from a tree." Was the last one true, or just a joke? 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "So likely I would've seen the Brexit one. Maybe that is why your name is familiar." She took another sip of her drink but realized she wasn't going to be able to finish it. It was only about halfway done. "She reached for a napkin and grabbed a pen from a cup filled with them the bartender used so people could sign their credit card slips. "Here is my number. Reach out to me sometime and we'll set up that yoga lesson. Unfortunately, I need to go. It's been a pleasure, Eddie." She picked up her CD, gave him another smile, then slipped off the barstool 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' "Could be," he added helpfully. It was possible. Though he was fairly certain he knew why his name was so noteworthy. He really should adopt an alias, but that wasn't him. He was Eddie Brock. He could change it, but he would know it was a lie. Changing now would be the coward's way out. He watched with interest as she reached for the napkin and wrote her number down on it. Sure, it was a yoga lesson that had been set up, but she was nice, stunning, and he got her number, even with the yoga lesson rider. He gratefully accepted the napkin, "will do, the pleasure has been all mine." And with another smile, and slight wave, she was off the barstool, likely to rapidly depart the bar. Alas, the symbiote ruined the moment by asking, 'can we have her Death by Chocolate too? It's just going to go to waste. Why not in our tummy? It's yummy, yummy, yummy!' At least now he could whisper, 'no, that's not socially acceptable, you know this' seemingly to himself. 
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13332/Setting up a set list for Prom

2021-05-20T03:30:20Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' It may be early in the morning but that doesn't mean Andrea is going to sleep in. There is work to do! Though she may not be playing at Xavier's Prom, she is definitely going to help Jay and the band out to ensure they have the 'best' playlist. She is currently sprawled out on the couch with a stack of papers in front of her of lyric sheets, and there is several music videos being played in rotation. She is taking this 'seriously'. She is still wearing her pajama pants, a t-shirt and her barking wolf slippers. Shehe also has a huge mug of coffee in front of her and a pot that is freshly brewed in the kitchen. "Okay, I definitely think you should do Zero Gravity! That song is a banger." She calls out to the winged mutant as she takes another long sip, placing the sheet of paper to the 'keep' pile. Ther is about four there currently. 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' Jay is in the kitchen. He's in his sleep shorts still, no shirt. His wings are as droopy as his eyelids. He's pouring his second cup of coffee, having finished the first with no perceivable results on his consciousness level. "Yeah, I liked that one. Had a great sound to it. But would be better as a duet with a female. You sure you don't want to show up? We can do that one and perform Weapon if you wanted?" He comes stumble-walking back to the living room and flops on the couch, carefully so as not to spill the cup of coffee. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I would love to, but I am booked that night for a paid gig. I am doing Prom at Hollywood Highschool. Did you know they charge their parents fifty grand a year to attend? It's that prestigious. Imagine banging out two hundred grand to go to high school. That's nuts. But, hey, it's their money. They are paying me two hundred grand to just show up and do a set of five songs while the DJ does the rest. I maaaay have told our manager to jack the number insanely high because ... not to be a bitch, but me, doing Proms? Psh. If I'm going to do a Prom, I'm going to roll around in cash. I'd rather do Xavier's for free than sing Backstabber for yuppie bleached blondes who all hate each other." Andrea takes another sip, then wiggles a piece of paper in his direction. Wiggle-Wiggle. "This one too. Number six on your album. That slow jam. It's sexy." Once he joins her, she shuffles in close and tucks herself in against him, leaning in to brush her lips against his jawline. "Okay, look through the 'yes' pile and let me know what you think. Feel free to throw out half of them if you want. I'm mostly just picking songs that I want to hear you sing for selfish reasons." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "Maybe we can get one of the students to do it. Shannon since she just hit the charts with her first song? Give her a chance to sing at a prom since next year will ber her senior year, right? She'll want to just be an attendee then I figure." Jay puts his arm around her as he sets the coffee cup aside. "Even if I don't pick them for the set, I'll sing them for you anytime. You know that," he told her with a smile. He flipped through and only one got moved to the maybe pile which was To The Top. "Not bad but not one I'm thrilled with. I like you threw something a little country in with Amazed. Will flow into or out of Put That In Your Country Song well." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Second song. Now she has two singles. First one charted decently, this one is charting better." Andrea says as she gets comfortable into his arm, leaning her head in against his shoulder. "But, I think she'd jump at the chance to sing with you. It's probably on her bucket list or something." She looks amused as he moves To The Top to the side. She knew that one was going away. But, she figured she'd try at least! "I definitely wanted to show off your raspy vocals with some of these. That and Lonestar is iconic for proms. Is the band excited to do this? They're cool with being in a mutant only prom and being surrounded by all of us weirdos?" 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "They were friends with me. They can deal with weirdos just fine," Jay says with a little laugh. "I think they are looking forward to it. We never got to do a prom before. I get it's kind of a silly thing but it's important to the kids and they all agree it should be fun." So weird he's calling them kids like he's sooooo much older. "This one is a gerat choice." He held up If I Had You. "I also want to do at least one or two from the new album. Not Weapon since you can't be there. I don't want anyone singing that with me but you." He considers a moment, taking a sip of his coffee. "I was thinking about some of the slower and love songs. Would you be bothered if I did Somebody to Love there?" It was one he had written, to get past his first love. He didn't want to do it if it would bother the woman who held his heart in her paws though. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "There's Guthrie weird, then there is Xavier weird." Andrea says with a laugh. "But I'm glad they're good guys and open minded. I really like them. They've become like family to me also." She props her feet up in front of her on the coffee table, the slippers going 'bark' as they land. She takes his arm and pulls it around her waist so that she can snuggle in closer to him. "I wouldn't be bothered, of course not. Sing whatever you want that you think would sound good. That song is amazing." She says as she tilts her chin upwards at him with a grin. "You know I'll never, ever, get upset about Julia and your past with her. She is important to you and she is important to me also." She says with a smile. "Long as you're okay with me shitting on Mason in some of my songs." She teases. "Though you know I don't do that anyways." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "Well I don't want you writing new ones for him. But you're welcome to sing your old ones doing it," Jay says with a grin, giving her a kiss on the top of the head. He motioned to one of the videos playing on the screen. "Is tha the Goo Goo Dolls?" He takes a moment to focus. "Iris. That was a good song. I think we should cover that one so add it to the pile." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I don't know what I could possibly write that I haven't already written anyways. Sides, I told him I wouldn't even sing songs like Backstabber at any of my major concerts anymore. When he tried to kill himself afterwards and all that shit his mother put us through ... I realized that .. I mean, he wasn't a perfect boyfriend, but he didn't cheat on me. He didn't screw up. I'm not going to punish him publicly no matter how much the public wants it. Those songs were written on lies." Andrea scrunches her nose upwards. "And I'd rather sing about how hot you are anyways. It's more fun and I like watching you get embarrassed." "Yes, it's Goo Goo Dolls. You know my mother loves that band? She grew up with them. She got me into Goo. Also, young Johnny? Oh, My, God. Jay, I tell you. If he wasn't like fifty years old and I was single? I'd jump him. I'd jump him hard. He's so hot." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "Well don't let age stop you. I mean he's still amazing, even today. Same voice, just a little older body," Jay says. He's teasing of course. Though she jokes, the two of them are completely dedicated to each other and wouldn't stray. Which is interesting because with such relationships, there is sometimes fear of loss which turns itself into jealously. Yet they didn't have that. They knew each other, knew it wouldn't happen. It was a wonderful place to be. "So Iris is on the list because it's my favorite love song by them. They are going to have a DJ for in between from my understanding but I still want to give them a good 10 songs or more. That concert experience." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Oh yeah? You'd let me have a dream bang with Johnny? That's cool. Who's on your list? Madonna?" Andrea says with a wide grin as she leans in to kiss the tip of his nose. "Maybe Britney Spears? She's in her forties now and still got a rocking body. I'm telling you, babe, you should do yoga with me. Makes you all flexible." She draws a finger along his bare chest a few times, tipping a wink. "Iris is a great song. I am pretty sure you and the band is going to give them an incredible night. Too bad I have to sing for snobs and put on fake smiles for their Instas. Oh well. At least it's a paycheck. Maybe I'll get you that Jeep you were eyeballing the other day online that I may have peeked over your shoulder at." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "Nah. I mean it was a nice ride. And maybe someday. I like a lot of old cars and will eventually own quite a few. Get them cheap, rebuild and fix 'em up. Get Sam to help. It'll be some fun projects together I think." Jay shrugs a little and sets the music aside for now, since they have plenty of time to figure it out through the day. He picks up his coffee to take a sip. "Though with us getting a house out in Westchester, I probably will have to break down and get something." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "So, let me get you one of the newer model Jeeps. They have way better gas mileage now and all this technology inside that tells you if you need to fix something. Then you and Sam can have a fixer upper in one of our three garages." Andrea says as she shifts some to swing her legs around to dangle over the arm of the couch while her head flops back into his lap. "What do you wanna do today, now that we're both awake? I have a clear schedule set aside just for you and me." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "As long as it looks like a Jeep. Can't deal with a Jeep that looks like an SUV or something of the sort. I mean if I wanted an SUV, I'd get an SUV, y'know?" Jay says. In the past he'd be rejecting the offer. Now? He just goes with it. "First breakfast. That little place over in Queens we found. The Mom and Pop place that is one of those hidden gems you find in neighorhoods that only the locals know about. We can work on music choices through the day. Was wondering if we should do something new at the prom or save it for the next album." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' There's a laugh. "Yes, as long as it looks like a Jeep. We can test drive a car later today if you want. See how you like it. But yes, let's get breakfast. I'm starving and this coffee is just making me jittery." Sliding off the couch, Andrea gives a long stretch as her wolf slippers 'bark' as she starts down the hallway. "You going to miss living here by the way?" She calls over. "Also, definitely do something new for Prom. Give the kids a teaser." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' "Yes and no? I mean it was our first place together. So it has a lot of memories," Jay admits as he follows her down the hall so they can get ready for their outing. "Great for flying but a pain to avoid the papparazzi when I did. I think the privacy of the other place will be so much better for us. And closer to so many of our friends." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "Technically our first place together was the school. You just wouldn't let me sleep over." Andrea says with a grin as she reaches out to snag him by the hand, giving their arms a slight swing back and forth as they go. "But yeah, I have lived in so many places that I need to learn to just stop unpacking. I think I will miss the sounds of the city. I'll miss heading downstairs and just watching everyone walk around and going to work and hearing the honking and the smells of the city. I'll trade fresh air for smog though, but you know what I mean? This is /New York City/. This is the big apple." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' Hearing her talking that way, Jay squeezes her hand. "We can stay here if you want. We don't have to move. I mean it is an amazing city, don't get me wrong. For you, it holds more appeal than for someone like me. But I don't care where I live as long as you are there. You're what makes it home. Not the location," Jay says softly, leaning in to give her a kiss. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Leaning forward, Andrea returns the kiss as she loops her arms around his neck. She gives him a smile afterwards, bumping her nose to his. "That's what I love about you, but we're totally moving. I think we fell in love with that house with the pool, it checks off every box and we can just drive into the city in your new Jeep that I'm buying for you if we want." She grins. "I want kids and we can't raise kids in the city. They'll get hit by cars and have a terrible school district. Salem has everything." 

:'''{{#var:9046|Jay Guthrie (9046)}} has posed:''' He can't help laughing a little. "Well they could get hit by cars anywhere. You just have to raise them right. Trust me, Ma can give us all the pointers we'll need, I think. Between her and your parents? We're all good." Jay gives her a quick hug then finally moves off to start getting dressed so they can head out. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "You really want my mom giving us parenting tips? I suppose if they need to learn how to interrogate someone with the most minimal amount of pain, sure." Andrea says as she returns the hug, then follows after him to throw some clothes on so they can have a pancake adventure. 
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13333/Another Day, another Charity

2021-05-19T20:40:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     It's a charity for healthcare. Naturally, these happen occasionally, blood drives, toys for tots, Make a Wish, today it's a sponsored 'Mutant Healthcare Awareness' driving for education on mutant healthcare needs, their unique situation and the lack of properly trained medical professionals for their unique physiologies.     Oroku Industries started the movement, not a newcomer to the Mutant Rights scene, and Saki himself has arrived as several booths and small carnival games litter the parking lot. The Japanese businessman has a certain severity about him, which is rather well known at this point. He doesn't smile a lot, and has a remarkably serious countenance. Still, he walks through the event, as if examining the markers for success personally, his hands folded behind his back. 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' Having volunteered to work the charity, Sandy Billings is currently manning the blood drive section. She's in her scrubs, hands gloved and her thick brown hair pulled back behind her into a pony tail to stay out of the way. The chubby woman is high on coffee and most likely on her fourth cup this hour. She worked the overnight shift and got maybe an hour of sleep on the bus ride over. Even then, she is moving and chattering along as if she had eight full hours. "Here you go honeybuns, just a little sting. See? No big deal." She slides the needle into the crook of a young woman's arm as she draws blood. "Afterwards, I'll give you a few cookies from one of the local cafe that donated them to us. They're great. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting." She keeps her eyes on a couple of other volunteers to make sure no one has passed out, threw up, or got the jitters. Some people love donating blood, while others love the 'idea' of it until they see it coming through the tubes and into the bags. Grabbing up her fifth cup of coffee, she drains it quickly, then lobs the styrofoam cup into the trash, then snags a cookie for herself to take a bite. This is her lunch break that should have came ten hours ago. 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Saki stops near the station. Is he giving blood? It looks like he is.     "Good afternoon," he says, watching the cup go into the trash. "I hear this is where we come to donate blood," he says. "I'm Oroku Saki," he doesn't extend a hand, but gives a slight nod, as if it were a type of bow. Formal, cold, but somehow also polite all at once. 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' Turning around at the sound of the voice, Sandy gives a big smile towards the Asian man. "Hey there! Welcome to the blood booth. This is where the excitement happens. You can tell how excited everyone is." One guy looks like he may pass out as he stares at the tube of blood. "Roger! What'd I tell you? No cookies if you throw up. You're doing this for the children. Now stare at your phone!" Clearing her throat, she looks back at the man and hands him a clipboard. "If you want to donate, you gotta sign all the legal mumbo jumbo here. Gotta ask you some profiling questions. Are you gay? If so, have you had gay sex recently? Do you do drugs, smoke, or have you drank far too many White Claws within the last forty-eight hours? What is your blood type, are you a registered organ donor, aaaaannnnndd... um... " She peeks at the paper. "Insurance information. You are the guy that put all of this together, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     There's a slight smug grin as you ask the questions, but rather than answer them all, he simply answers the last one. "Yes, that'd be me," he says. "And happily married, if you must know." His wife isn't unknown to the public, though she's never really seen in any of the events. Those who follow the details that reports put out might know that she's Japanese, and very private, according to Saki. "You seem to have things well under control, here," he says, arching a brow in the direction of Roger. 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "Happily married /with/ a boyfriend on the side? You can never know! Just mark down no, everyone does, even if it's really obvious." Sandy winks at him before she gives a look around. "I'm twenty hours into a twenty-six hour shift and still standing. Now, do I have it under control? That's debatable. Which arm you want me to jab you in mister Saki?" Built like a tank, but bubbly, she moves her weight around the area easily enough. She walks carefully, as if she is taking her time with each step. She handles 'everything' with care. "To be honest, I think with how far we've come in the world of medicine, it's a terrible question to ask. May as well just put a box on there that says: If mutant, don't bother! So, it's nice that you did all of this." She glances over her shoulder to him curiously. "Any reason why?" 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     Saki sits down in the seat, casting off the suit jacket. He rolls up his right sleeve, though possibly just because she's already closer to it. "Well, I have found our world is changing, and many people have an unnecessary fear of mutants," he says without apology. "It is why I founded the museum in Bushwick, and why I started the program for mutant employment, which I'm happy to see has inspired mutants themselves to begin similar businesses. Mutants are here to stay, and people may as well get used to it. It isn't something to be feared, it is simply an inevitable change to our society. I see no reason to be intimidated by them," he explains. 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "You say that, until Magneto throws another submarine full of nukes in the air and threatens to cause world war three because he woke up with bad bed hair." Sandy points out as she wraps his right and ties it off to expose the veins. "I think everyone has a right to fear anything in life, especially the big unknown. But, with everything else, it takes time and understanding. Though it always bothered me that people are okay with Superman, but not mutants. Probably because he's handsome, right? Okay, you'll feel a sting, but I got gentle hands." Very carefully she slips the needle in, gives the tube a few taps and watches the blood flow once she settles the bag down next to him. "Gimmie two minutes." She heads over to relieve Roger, gives him a cookie and band-aids his arm, as well as a few mores. Each bag is handed off to an assistant to be kept cooled, then she seats two more. The same routine applies. Small talk, needle, big smiles. "Okay, I'm back, so, how you feeling? Everything okay? Not getting all woozy and pukey? I've had to clean up two so far and I really don't wanna go for a third." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The Magneto comment earns a dismissive wave with his other hand. "He's simply reacting to the injustices. While I don't condone his actions at all, it's the intolerance that births movements like his. Besides that, there are plenty of well meaning mutants, mutant heroes and such who counter balance it. Given this, it isn't so different from when non-mutants lash out at one another. The power scale may be different, but the actions are similar. Regardless, even if this were not the situation, becoming fearful and reactive can only escalate the situation, wouldn't you agree, miss..." he glances at the nametag. "Sandra?" 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "Sandy, if you want. But, yes, I completely agree. I understand the fear. People are just used to dealing with guns and knives and the occassional blow yourself-upper via bomb vest. But now you have teenagers who can blow up buildings. I don't think a lot of people were prepared for that on a psychological manner. People also don't like to think that they have something wrong with them either. Why did /my/ daughter have to have pink skin and scales when my neighbor's kid is a beautiful skinny blonde? There must be something wrong with /me/. Then they go into the many stages of denial, lash out internally, lash out publicly, and they do everything to seperate themselves. It's kind of like politics. No middle ground. It has to be right or left, normal or mutant, up or down." Sandy, who is not skinny, blonde, or beautiful, continues to monitor her patients. "I am dating a mutant and I am happy with him. Blue fur and all. It also helps that we're both in the medical profession and thus we have so much to talk about. My parents love him. But, I understand how it's hard for him to walk down the street and get the stares, or try and book a reservation at a nice place and get turned away when we show up. It's not all the time, but it's enough that gets me pretty salty." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     "Blue fur?" Saki echoes. "You don't say. In the medical profession, I think that narrows down who it might be pretty well." He watches as the blood fills the bag slowly, unconcerned. "So I suppose you aren't as concerned with the mutant situation, and must be quite sympathetic to it. I have always been amazed at Dr. McCoy's ability to remain so very professional in the face of his adversity." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' Pausing, Sandy gives a sheepish smile. "Yes, well, I am very sympathetic to anyone's situation. Black, white, Asian, Muslim, Gay, fat, skinny, rainbow colored scales. We all bleed the same for the most part. We're all born without the ability to hate. It's just how we're raised which makes us act that way. I don't see it so much as a mutant situation, but a preconceived bias. It's just another civil rights movement and history will decide if we're jerks or not." Her shoulders lift upwards some as she excuses the last two guests, then slips the needle out of his arm, while applying some gauze and a bandage. "He is very professional. I love him bunches." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     "Interesting perspective," Saki answers. "I may caution you, though, people are most certainly born being able to hate. If they weren't, then there would be no hate, because there would be no one to teach it." He solemnly regards Sandra for a moment. "Did you know that in ancient Japan, they once had a similar situation. It wasn't connected to a mutation or race, however. It was according to power. You see, the feudal lords used the samurai to enforce their laws, and keep down the less fortunate. They forced them to be subjugated and extorted for what little wealth they possessed. Now, no one taught those lords to hate or even disregard. People are not naturally good," he concludes. "People are naturally selfish, and hate is borne from a mother, which is fear, and a father, which is the desire to attain something that you do not have." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "They are not 'born' to hate. Studies have proven that already. They 'learn' to hate through their community or family. All it takes is a break in the cycle. Someone decides they just don't hate mutants, or black people, or whatever. Then they teach 'their' kids to not hate when they grow up. Kids don't know the difference when they're young. They just want to watch TV and play with toys and go to the sandbox. You take twenty 'three' year olds of all walks of life and you put them on a playground, they'll all hang out and babble about cartoons." Sandy gives a smile, then hands him a pair of red velvet cookies, heart shaped and outlined with cream cheese frosting. They are amazing. "When children are raised in environments that are considered racially homogeneous, they experience race faces as more familiar and they process them differently than when they do when they are raised in a more diverse environment. Unfortunately, for the most part, children do not know what a mutant is because unless they display external mutations, they will never know the difference. Again, that is not a basis of being 'born' to hate. They just process 'different', differently, based around those that they are surrounded by. If you are a young child and you are told to hate black people from the age of two through ten, this will clearly build a fear process within their psychological makeup. They mimic what their parents and community create for them. This again does not affect the DNA or genetic make up of the child, but the psychological." Waving a cookie in the air, she gives a thoughtful look to it, then takes a bite. "Damn, these cookies are amazing. At the end of the day, if you aren't an asshole, there's a good chance your kid won't grow to be one either if you educate them, and not park them in front of a TV for fourteen hours a day." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The immortal Shredder, behind his public appearance, smiles at the irony. "Studies, I see," he says, not bothering to argue the point, but the ambiguous claim seems to be of little effect. He takes the cookie, examining it, and then takes a bite politely. "Unfortunately, regardless of what a person is raised with, fear and greed clearly play a part of every adult life, shaping how much hold hate will have on it. It's why I do what I do to turn that opinion, dissuading fears and equalizing the power that mutants hold, so they might be able to thrive," he says. "That is the politically correct answer, at least. Quite honestly, I want to simply keep our society from destroying itself over panick and reactiveness. I would so very much love to meet your Hank McCoy. I've found his studies and interactions fascinating." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "Well, if you have a business card, I can pass it on to him and I'll have him call you. I am sure he would be thrilled to speak with you." Sandy says as she takes another bite of her cookie. "He has a busy schedule, but I am sure he can fit in. We sort of date between lunch breaks at this rate." She says with a smile. "It was some of his studies that made me want to become a doctor. He is very inspiring." 

:'''{{#var:1233|Shredder (1233)}} has posed:'''     The Japanese businessman pulls his card, "My secretary is likely to be the one to answer, but I'll instruct her to certainly find a time to meet with him. I'd love to speak with a pillar of the mutant community such as himself." 
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13330/An Afternoon Check-In

2021-05-19T04:56:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' A visit to Storm's room in the attic? Check. Going to make sure Rosie's actually okay? Check. Getting information that then leads a concerned Rogue to one Jeremy Statton's room? Check. She hasn't really slowed down since she started making rounds this morning, but that's okay. Rogue has moments where she's got a bit of a social battery that needs draining, and since there are well beings on the line, that just gives her more of a reason to talk to people. Especially since she's talking to people she actually likes. So here she is, in front of Jeremy's door, a glass of sweet tea in hand which she takes a drink from as she lifts a hand to give three solid knocks. "Hey Jer? You in? It's Rogue." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' The phone in Rogue's pocket chirps. << I'm in, door is unlocked and Gray is in the rec room. Come on in. >> The Goth is sitting at his computer desk next to the window, which is wide open so that he can listen to the steady rainfall outside. The lights are off and the room is still warm from the amount of heat his computers puts out. He has four monitors set up on the desk and on mounts, each one displaying several camera feeds and sites that do not appear to be normal web browsers. He gives a long stretch, then slides out of his expensive chair, the type that conforms to his body with each movement he makes. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue opens the door, letting herself in, and promptly shuts it after. She then goes straight to the bed in front of her knowing there's not really another chair in the room, and sits on the edge of it. She doesn't bother looking at the monitors - that's his job and none of her business. "I wanted to come by and let you know that Rosie's been brought back safe and sound. She wasn't doing to well last night. Really down on herself, but I just got done talking to her again. I think she'll be okay." Rogue offers, getting straight to point one. Point two has her pausing a moment, taking a drink of tea before offering Jeremy the glass. She doesn't mind sharing - really. "Drink?" Then, "Though... I also visited Miss Munroe this morning. She mentioned something about having you...delete...data? Of a sort? I... I assume it was in relation to what happened with Rosie. I wanted to come by and make sure you were okay... kinda what I've been doing all morning. You'd think I was the school's psych or something." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I know Rosie is home. I was able to see the security logs in real time. I have been obsessing over it. I already have her backup phone for her ready to go, as well as the last restore point she had. I ported her number over to her new sim card as well. >> Jeremy gives a motion of his hand toward the desk where there is three tipped over cans of energy drink and a fourth cracked open. It's probably why he is rocking a bit back and forth on his feet. << Thank you for finding her. I plan on talking to her later when she feels ready, I am sure that she is still upset about what happened. >> He makes his way over to settle down next to her on the bed. His bed still has tangled and rumpled sheets, while Gray's bed is still made and untouched. He gives a few bounces on the edge of the mattress. <> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Miss Munroe doesn't really remember anything. She meant to make sure you were alright yourself but she's...having issues. I think they've placed her on a medical leave." Rogue says, and then she shrugs. "But I suppose you knew that too." Then she takes another drink of her glass, munching on a piece of ice a moment. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just glad I did, and I'm glad I was able to talk her into coming back. She almost didn't..." Rogue offers this and then takes a slow breath. "She opened up a bit about her, you and Gray. And a few other things. We had a long talk this morning. I think she'll need some time still, but I think she'll be okay. Just...try and get her to talk to Hank for me? I really think he and Rosie should work together on her powers." As Jeremy explains what he did and how, Rogue just gives a nod. "Obviously that was for the best. I hear the girl survived as well. How's Geronimo faring? I should help you get some stuff for him..." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy gives a furrow of his brows. << What do you mean by having issues? She seemed fine that night, she took charge and responded instantly when I sent her a distress comm. >> Giving a glance over towards the bed at the sleeping kitten nestled up in the sheets, he gives a smile. << He is doing fine. So far he has not ate Gray's rat. What did Rosie say about Gray and I? >> He gives a slow blink of his eyes, suddenly shifting a bit nervously. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue shakes her head. "Something about not remembering...anything. She had even forgotten Rosie was gone, and she forgot you had done anything. Like that whole period of time is just...not in her memory." Explaining that much as she looks to her glass more pointedly. "She just mentioned that the three of you are in a relationship. That you and Gray are her boyfriends. Then she said it was complicated but not. I told her that so long as it is what the three of you want, then it shouldn't be complicated at all." A pause. "...And reminded her that some people can't be that lucky..." There was actually a bit that Rogue let herself confess, and such memories are written on the woman's face as she flexes a gloved hand. Though she forces a smile. "I'm glad he has not tried to eat Gray's rat. You should be able to introduce them in a way that they'll be friends and he won't try to do such. I'll bring some gifts for him. Toys. Food. All cat necessities..." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of his head as he listens, Jeremy gives a glance to his computer as a file pulls up in front of a screen. He then shifts his fingers to scoot the window off to the side and out of sight. Something to toy with later it appears. << Miss Munroe should speak with Miss Grey or Miss Braddock. >> Lifting a hand upwards, he rubs the bridge of his nose, then nods his head as if to confirm, yes. << Yes, the three of us. It is complicated. I think. We care about each other a lot. Each of us make each other fit together better here. These are new feelings to me, so, I am taking things one day at a time. But, I need Rosie as much as I need Gray. >> He rubs his hands together slightly, then leans in to bump his shoulder against hers. << You will find love too. You are beautiful and strong. >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "She did mention speaking to Hank, but...I did suggest she maybe talk to Jean. Suppose it'll all work itself out in the end. I'm just Storm's friend...and hope she finds out what's wrong and gets better." Rogue says this much and then takes another drink from her glass, draining the rest of its contents. That smile returns as Jeremy lets in his own thoughts on what's happening between himself, Gray and Rosie. "Well. Going slow, a day at a time, is never a bad thing. I am glad the three of you found each other, and I do wish all three of you the best." Those last offered words and that shoulder bump gain another smile and an actual chuckle from Rogue. She bumps Jeremy's shoulder back and then reaches to boop his nose with a gloved finger that's kinda cold from the glass she's holding. "Takes more than beauty and strength to win someone over sometimes, Jer. Especially when your whole existence is...you can't touch me cause I'll ruin your life." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << For the last four years, I never wanted to touch someone. You would have been the perfect girlfriend for me. We could just talk to each other without touching. But, there is someone out there. Maybe you will meet a guy who's powers nullify yours, or maybe he won't be able to be harmed by you. Maybe he's made of malliable plastic. Your powers only work on organic physical touch, right? You need to find a rubber guy. >> Jeremy gives her one of his big, goofy smiles on his face that always looks awkward for him to do, as if he just hasn't figured out how to smile in a social setting of intimacy yet. His nose gives a wiggle at the boop, followed by a soft giggle as he blows some hair away from his face. It's getting longer now and curling at the ends. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue lets out a sort of lamented sigh. "If only I had known..." Then she chuckles and shakes her head. He'd of been too young for her, really. "If I wanted a rubber guy I'd go down to the local sex shop and buy one." Trying to joke, but it's sort of empty. "It's fine. For now. Just gets a little lonely at times. Then I blow out my social battery and tuck myself away with only myself and remind that people usually suck." That smile though, it causes her to genuinely smile back at him and she turns her head to bump her forehead against his shoulder. Carefully. So very much so. "Anyway... I just wanted to check in on you...I'm sure I interrupted you working or..something..so I'll get out of your way." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << It's okay, we can talk. I'm still working even as we do. I can partition my brain to multi-task when I'm networked to my server. It's just reflex at this point, muscle memory. >> Jeremy gives a bright smile at her as he huffs out some more bangs away from his face. He gives a snap of his fingers as Rogue's phone pings. He gives an amused smile as his shoulders lift upwards. << I scanned all of Xavier's files recently because I was curious about other mutants that have come and go or have been catalogued in the system. That is Javiar Lopez. He can transmute his body into different layers of materials. He's latino, really cute and has that swishy swoop to his hair. I also linked his Tindr profile to your phone, in case you wanted to poke him, or however that app works. >> His brows lift upwards, giving his tongue ring a click against his teeth. New jewelry he's sporting. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "You're like a walking computer. It's amazing and terrifying at the same time." Rogue offers and then takes a breath. When her phone pings and Jeremy offers up what he just sent her, she raises a brow and then gives a laugh. "So now you're playing match maker. Okay. I get it." A nudge to his shoulder. "Thanks." She even pulls out her phone to look at what Jeremy sent her, and since Jeremy seemed to show a bit of interest even if physically only, she's not shy about letting him look at her screen with her. "Mmn...he /is/ cute..." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << He really is. He has nice eyes and a nice smile. His psychology profile shows that he is of mild temperment and does not wish to be a hero. He works construction. He graduated from community college and has a masonary certification. >> Jeremy gives a small smile and shrugs his shoulders upwards with a giggle. So, maybe he knows too much about Javiar. A crush? Or just really good at researching and catalouging. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue blinks and glances over at Jeremy a moment before she actually decides to 'swipe right' on his tindr profile. "I mean... what's the worse that happens yeah? He swipes left on me?" Then she thinks on it, and side eyes Jeremy once more. "You seem to know a lot about this guy. Next think you'll be able to tell me his star sign, favorite color, and where he lives." Which isn't an invitation to tell, but Jeremy may provide the info anyway if he knows it. "Have you gotten everything ready for prom?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Saggitarius because he was born December twelth. I can give you his address. His apartment has minimal security and easy carport access from two streets. I am going to assume red is his favorite color because four out of his seven profile pictures have him wearing a red shirt, or a red hat. It compliments his skin tone. >> Jeremy just stares at her unblinkingly, then slowly tilts his head to one side. << Yes, Gray and I have picked out matching tuxedos and we have corsages for Rosie. I think she is still trying to figure out a dress. She is worried about price, even though I assured her I would pay for it. She just feels self-conscious to mooch. >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I...don't want his address. I'm not going to turn into some..." She stops herself before saying 'weird stalker'...but it's likely implied. Even if she's not trying to say that Jeremy's that way. "I'm also not going to give myself high hopes. That's just setting myself up for disappointment." But she's still smiling, so that's saying something right? A nod is given to the next thing Jeremy says. "Ah, yeah. Likely a way around that. Let her pick out a dress she wants, underhandedly pay for it. Something like that." She shrugs. "Us southern women can be a bit stubborn though..." A pause. "Do you really think she grew up in a cult?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Yes. I do. They beat girls and married them off as minors to adults. They practiced religion multiple times a day for eight hour stints. They rule with fear and they manipulate people into thinking they're going to hell unless they do exactly as their told. >> Jeremy gives a frown on his face, then squints his eyes over towards Rogue. <> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue nods. "She touched on it. Told me how living was for her. Told me how someone else suffered because they were thought to be a mutant, when really it was Rosie. The whole thing...just awful." She offers and then takes a breath. "We're all damaged in our own ways. I think that's one reason we all sort of get along as well as we do you know?" Then there's a sigh, and Rogue shifts to munch on another piece of ice out of her glass. "Not to leave on a sour note...but I should probably go take care of some more work. Haven't really had a slow day recently.." She chuckles then. "But I'll come back by later with some stuff for Geronimo, yeah?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Okay. I look forward to seeing you again. I'll send Rosie a message to her computer to let her know I love her. >> Jeremy bumps against her and rises up once more, heading over to his chair as he sinks down into it. <> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "If you need help with that let me know." Rogue offers as she heads for the door. "I look forward to coming back and talking more. See you soon, Jer." And she exits. 
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13211/The First Asgardian Air Force!

2021-05-19T04:18:25Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     The sunset is majestic across the waters of Kvalvika bay. It is a crimson and orange tableau rich with the hint of gold that seems to devour the entirety of the horizon while far over the cliffs and the mountains to the East the first hints of nightfall can be seen with the twinkling of stars. It is a brilliant progression as in that instant one can understand why so many poets place such stock in the surrender of the sun to the night.     It is here that the remaining people of Asgard have chosen to make their home and slowly rebuild as they can. Here that Fortress Asgard rises high upon the side of the mountain, a stalwart testament to the spirit of the people. Here that the Bifrost has been reforged as the grand mechanism rests at the end of the long rainbow bridge far into that bay.     And now it is here that the first Asgardian Ship has been built, the heavy armored form floating in the bay with its golden draconic prow prominent and the curve of great spines reaching back almost like wings in place of what one would consider sails. It is a thing as much of artistry as it is of utility, though only some eighty feet long and perhaps with a crew of several dozen. The nations of the world would call it barely a skiff, let alone a vessel worthy of remark.     Yet there it floated at rest at the end of the dock, while a myriad of SHIELD equipment as well as StarkTECH computers are assembled taking readings and gathering information while the crew on the ship move about. Each Asgardian armored, each moving with purpose even as Thor descends from the town square along the heavy steps that lead to the docks.     "Everything at the ready, Jorin."     Jorin Tarnson, Shipwright, moved along at Thor's side, his footfalls heavy as he advanced and shouted, "Clear that mooring, we have not the time!" Only to turn then to speak to Thor, "Aye, my lord. For the most part. The cargo is on board and secure. Will you and your comrades be joining me?"     "As to that," Thor pauses as he espies familiar faces, smiling as he moves in that direction. "We shall see!" 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     First zapped to Olympus or some such craziness by Hermes, now... space? Bucky's just going to start blaming Natasha. He may not be the Winter Solider anymore, but there aren't many things that make him nervous and uncomfortable. His 'outings' with the redhead are two for the last two in making him nervous and uncomfortable. He's giving the fancy smancy ship the BuckyStare when Thor approaches. He nods his greeting and blurts out, "If we all die on that thing, I'm gonna kill you, Thor." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' With the SHIELD tech, of course they would send along a small technical crew. Skye was surprised to be included, to make sure everything worked. Though when she actually looked over the whole deal, she was actually excited to be there. Satellites could be lots of fun! Mind you, she was on her best behaviour. Sort of. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' Following after the group is Drake who is taking in the new sights with wide eyes of wonderment. "Man, this is cool." He breathes out as he runs his hands back through his shaggy brown hair. "We ain't gonna die, Bucky." He drawls out with an amused look on his face. "At least not on a cool ship like this." He offers an upward nod of his head to Thor, 'sup', then lifts a hand towards Jorin. He gives a tug of his bomber jacket around his person, then zips it up to his chin. 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' This time is a bit different then last. Her last trip to space, they had taken the Biforst. Admittedly, she felt completely out of her element on Knowhere or in space generally. It was foreign. She didn't understand the beings or the culture. While she had done fine, she was always one to have studied as much as she could, learned as much as she could, before going into a situation. If possible. That time it had not been possible. Thus her happiness when they got home. This time was different. This time they would not be using the Bifrost. Instead, it would be an Asgardian craft. Though a modified version which had different tech yet she still trusted it. No nerves. Even if she had them, she would never show it. It's who and what she was. "I would enjoy being on your first launch here in New Asgard. I hope it is the first of many as you adjust to your new life." 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "People dying on that thing might be the least of your worries, Bucky." Comes Tony's voice from behind the ex-Winter Soldier, dressed in pressed blue jeans, a comfortable long sleeved t-shirt with his ARC Core glowing just behind the thin fabric in the middle of his chest. He walks towards the first set of StarkTECH computers settled on the docks, making sure that they're still talking to the other set of computers and gear on the ship itself. "It's all the things that space'll do to you before you die that should be more concerning." Like your blood both boiling and freezing at the same time while exiting every pore in your body as you suffocate - and it all happens in a matter of seconds but they'll be the most excrutiatingly painful seconds of one's natural life. But what was there to really be afraid of? He shoots a look to Drake and gives the kid a sort of lopsided smile. "You got life insurance, right kid?" 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     As Thor approaches his footsteps pause and for a moment his good eye widens, "James Buchanan Barnes!" He strolls over and laughs, leaning in to /thump/ a hand upon the other man's shoulder. "Hello, Barnes, old friend."     Then he looks across the way at the ship and says, "She is glorious, isn't she? But as for that, if we all die on it, then I shall deserve it." Not exactly an inspiring speech, but it'll serve for now. That said he continues walking on down the pier as Jorin /leaps/ across the distance and onto the deck. Curiously enough the ship does seem to be... rather open to the elements... for a space ship.     But then Thor swings around to encompass everyone in his gaze as he rests his hands upon his hips, looking from each face to face in turn. "It is good of you all to come, and indeed hopefully this shall be no rarity in the future. Yet we have a task before us. To bring Bor's shield to orbit. Any of you are welcome aboard if you so wish." Thor looks to Drake and gestures toward the ship.     Though he half-smiles toward Bucky, "Though I will understand if you are frightened of such a journey." Oh yes, Thor knows what he is saying.     Meanwhile, as Thor had been speaking, the crowd had been gathering. There are photographers from the mainland, and some bloggers casting, though there is no celebration nor signs of festivities. Perhaps for an Asgardian reason or another. A rarity for those of Asgard, to miss a chance to cheer something on.     Then toward Natasha and Skye he says with a hint of amusement as he strolls to the side to rest an arm on Tony's shoulder, "Though I can assure you, a song shall be written of this effort, and those who wish to be included in the song, well then. They must board." And with that he motions to the side as the gangplank is eased across the way, part of it extending with a faint metallic whir from the hull of the ship. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Not helping TONY! Stark will get a 'stfu' glare from Bucky. He asides to Drake, "So... because it's cool we can't die in it?" He snorts. If that was the case people would never die in '68 mustangs or on motorcycles or wearing Levi's. He's not comforted by that logic. He flexes the fingers on his right hand and curls them into a fist right after... and then does it again two or three times. Then he rolls his head from side to side causing his neck to pop a little, shifts his weight from one leg to the other and finally only then does he lose his scowl and seem to appreciate the view a little bit. "I'm goin'," he grouses as he stares off at the stars appearing in the sky. "...but not because I need a damned song with my name it it. My ego isn't as big as yours." That last bit was obviously said in jest, even with the deadpan tone, because it was said with just a hint of a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Hey, if you really want to know how you die, I can spoil it for you. I did roll with people from the year three thousand and something. They got a future wiki for everything." Drake says to Bucky as he trots past him with a wily grin on his face. "It involves a bag of expired beef jerky." He teases as he goes to board the ship. "This is gorgeous, Thor. Definitely the best boat I've ever been on." To Tony, he asides a grin. "Of course, Mister Stark. It's your insurance I'm on. You even got me the extra appendage protection, just in case I need to pull a Bucky and go all bionic arm, or leg." He gives a long stretch of his body. "Hey Nat." He says to the Widow, giving a swing of his arms back and forth as he loosens them up to get a bit limber. "Do you think we can get Tony to buy one of these?" 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' "Not all of us need to be in the song, even if we are on board," Natasha offers up but knows it is futile. As the gangplank extends, Natasha queues up with those who are boarding and takes her opportunity to move onto the ship. It's such a strange blend of high technology and old Norse tradition rolled up into one. It doesn't look like a spacecraft really, more a boat that will be going out into the ocean. Yet she knows it is indeed built for space. The Asgardians might seem more antequated but they were an advanced technological species in a lot of ways. Once on board, she found a spot near an side so she would have a good view. She might rethink that once they were under way. Or in space itself. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark motions to the computers that are so very clearly StarkTECH and just gives a grin, pulling out a pair of shades to slide them on. "I'm just here for the data.." He offers and then looks to Thor, the hand on his shoulder, and he returns the gesture. Smiles for the camera. PR is going to have a flipping FIELD DAY over this one. None the less, and all that aside he finally pulls from Thor and motions. "After you, big guy. Better now than never, right?" A glance over to Natasha then. "Hey Red. How have things been going for you? Not seen much of you for.." He considers. "A while." Then he smirks to Drake and shakes his head a little. "I think I'll stick to upgrading the suit to survive space before I invest in an actual spaceship. Where the hell would we keep a spaceship?" Though he does give Winters a wink while moving along with everyone else to begin boarding the Asgardian craft. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     "Oh ho ho." Thor says as he points in Bucky's direction but then he turns and he starts onto the gangplank, walking with an easy gait even though the plank sways under his weight with each step. But once on the ship he pauses there and steps to the side, likely just in case anyone might need a hand getting on board and gaining their sea legs. "Thank you, Drake. It is a skiff compared to what has sailed for Asgard in the past, but we are proud of her."     On the ship there are tech stations where more terrestrial gear is set, SHIELD and Stark equipment cover parts and there are some cables that lead down into he bowels of the ship. Jorin steps to stand beside Thor and clears his throat, "We will be ready to depart shortly, my lord."     "Excellent, Jorin. Your father would be proud. Have you and yours decided upon a name for his vessel?"     "Aye, my lord. We are on Odin's Wisdom."     Which causes Thor's eyebrows to rise, but then he nods as he looks more solemn. "Indeed then. A fine choice. Then at your leisure, captain."     As this is said, the ship shifts forward faintly, just enough to jostle perhaps an inch, perhaps two. A low hum emerges from below decks and the curled wings of the ship begin to flow forward, unspooling and twisting to provide a curve of malleable metal almost seeming like fabric to flow over the top of the ship and outward like slender wings. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Bucky is the last one to enter the ship and, odds are, he'll be the first one off when they land again. He's already settled on a spot somewhere with the LEAST amount of 'view'. It's just a big Quinjet, that's all... he'll keep telling himself that. He braces himself against a wall somewhere and he might even have just said a little prayer to himself. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Somewhere in the middle, Skye got on board, and got herself strapped in. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Really? This is one of the tiny ones? This is like .. Death Star huge." Drake has never been on a Death Star before, but this is the biggest space ship he's been on. "How long did it take you guys to build this? Years? ... Minutes?" He gives a glance over to Tony as he takes a seat next to him if he sits, lifting his brows upwards with an amused smile. "Where would we put this? I dunno, just use Pym Particles or something and then stick in a cupboard. Can you imagine if we had something like this? This is really freaking cool. You can't say you're not thinking about it." He bumps his shoulder. "Huh? Not even a little? C'moooon.. this is way better than your Lambo." 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' Natasha remained where she was. Still standing for the moment although she certainly would be sitting and strapping in when it became necessary. Her spot by the railing allowed her to watch those wings unfurl, taking in the beauty of it all. "Wow," she murmurs, very low so as to hopefully not be overheard. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark isn't strapping in just yet, and he also isn't sitting, so he and Drake are likely standing next to each other. His attention is on those Stark computers, taking in the data as she ship sort of lurches, begins to come to life. A smirk is offered to Drake and then he shrugs. "Well. Maybe. Quite possibly a little." He offers to the kid and then looks up and around as people board and settle. "Kinda want to build a working and fully operational NCC 1701 D." 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Thor himself seems to take up a place on the deck with his arms folded across his broad chest. That red cloak is curled over one shoulder and his dark armor gleams with the silver-edging along the sides. He's not exactly strapping in though there are seats and places near the SHIELD and StarkTECH gear where some of the technicians and operatives are in place monitoring the data feed and the power levels as the ship starts forward, its prow cutting a nice clean line through the waves as it heads in the direction of that sunset. Slowly the docks begin to fade behind them.     A cry and a shout goes up from some of the people behind, some waving, some cheering, though nothing too great. Yet one thing stands out, and that is the guard who are standing attention there with their spears held high.     On the ship those wings continue to unfurl and as several of the Asgardians move about the deck. Twisting mechanisms seemingly twined with the structure of the hull of the ship begin to turn and uncoil as the spines of the wings cross over and then abruptly with a /whum/ there's a faint blue haze of a flexible... shield of some kind seeming to come together around the deck, created and reinforced by the curled wings and preserving the inertia of the beings within as well as protecting them. An odd feeling, assuredly.     Thor leans over, one hand holding to the 'mast' although no sail is connected to it, yet it still holds that place of prominence. "Jorin and his family, shipwrights all." Thor tells Drake as he smiles a bit to him and then Tony in turn. "They are responsible for the design, and we had some aid from those of Norway, aid in materials while our artisans had been channeling their power into the needed crafting. It took some doing."     Then the prow lifts up, and the ship seems to rise up slooowly out of the water. There's the sound of the rushing waves crashing against the hull. Then an increase in speed, then abruptly no waves as the ship rises out of the ocean and begins to climb up into the sky as if chasing after that setting sun. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     A'ight, maybe it's just because her voice is so ingrained in his head from all the years they worked together, but he heard that. Natasha's 'wow' now has Bucky's curiosity piqued and overriding his case of space nerves. He steps away from the wall with no view to a place that has a little bit better of one. "Dayum," he barely whispers. So that's cool. It's still cool when he quickly moves back to where he was and snags a railing with his left hand. It can be cool from over there too. "So, Nat, you tried the Gyros from that new cart down the street." Because small talk might make him forget that they're in what looks like a Viking ship that's now climbing UP into the sky. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Sure, there's a beautiful scene all around them, but mostly Skye was checking her numbers and calculations. After all, there would be a beautiful scene on the way back. The satellite had to be perfect on the launch. So far, so good. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' As he stares out as the ground shrinks and the sky becomes more closer, Drake finds his breath caught in his throat. He always gets a kick out of this. Even when he traveled with the Legion for the last year. Every take off into space was a rush to him. One small step, one giant leap. Space tugs at his heartstrings. "Wow, Mister Stark." He says to his comrade as he glances up at him. "It doesn't get old for me at all." He runs a hand up and through his hair. "Also, the NCC 1701 E is a better ship. It destroyed the Borg Cube and has way more power to it, and is considered the most advanced boat that Starfleet had. D is cool and all, but the E is the Rolls Royce of fleetships." 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' Hearing Bucky's words, and knowing him as he does, Natasha is pretty sure this is nervous chatter. "Can't say that I have. They worth the money?" she asks without budging from her spot. As they begin rising into the air, she is looking down at the water dropping away below them, seeing it dripping off the ship itself at first in long trails of water then that seems to end as it likely falls to droplets not visible from this angle. Then she turns to look the direction they are going, taking a slow breath and releasing a few seconds later. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "Maybe we'll make that a summer project. Who knows." Tony offers to Drake and then shrugs his shoulders. A glance around as the wings come up and over, that reinforced yet invisible shield sets to protect them all from the dangers to come. Space. Space is dangerous. A few more glances to the computers and then he nods before allowing himself to actually sit in a chair, and motions for Drake to join him in the seat beside. "If you can get me specs for that ship...we might could work something out. Won't be as impressive as this is...but I think we could manage something." Then he calls out, "So far you're impressing me, Thor. You got much more to this thing?" A grin, cause he's mostly teasing the Asgardian God. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     As the ship continues to rise it eases forward lifting up as it adjusts its angle upward. It's not a rush of speed, not like a rocket leaping into the sky. Yet the ship is going quickly, though there's barely a feeling of movement. Whatever the 'bubble' is that embraces the deck and the curves of the ship's hull, it seems to do an exceedingly good job.     The mood on the vessel seems to pick up. There's the sound of distant laughter below deck and then heavy footsteps as a tall grizzled looking warrior emerges and walks across the way. Toward Thor he gestures and offers a flagon that is held in one gnarled hand.     Only for Thor to clear his throat and wave it off as his eyebrows climb and he looks to their 'guests' then gestures toward that old warrior back toward the hold. Which has that sailor give a nod, a mild intake of breath as if understanding his transgression, then he retreats.     Thor then raises his voice, "Midgard is beautiful," He announces, smiling toward Bucky and Natasha, "Easily seen from this height."     Yet as the prow of the ship angles further upward, no longer is the ship chasing that horizon and instead it seems to be lifting more to the dark which is becoming more and more prominent, and more and more gifted with the twinkle of stars.     Over his shoulder the Asgardian monarch calls back with a gruff chortle heard in his words, "Just keep your wits about you, Stark. We'll make a mariner of you yet." He then turns to point at the magnate as if letting him know he's on notice. But the smile that Thor wears might well steal any hint of malice from such a gesture. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Space tugs at Bucky's heartstrings too. That is to say the ones that tug his heart into his throat. "Not really, too dry," he informs Natasha. It's evidence that this really is just nervous chatter. Why else would he have asked like that if they sucked? His brow furrows slightly as he lowers his voice and asks Natasha, "Is Stark over there talking about Star Wars with the kid?" ... So sue him, dude's been mostly in cryo since the 1940's! He raises his hand for just a brief moment as if he might stop that old warrior and snag that flagon for himself, but alas, he's *working*. "I'll take your word for it," he calls back to Thor. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Yeah? You really wanna do this?" Exciting rises up in Drake's throat the idea of building an actual Star Fleet ship. Of course, the idea may come and go like the wind when it comes to Stark's busy schedule, but at least in the moment he's pretty pumped up. "Sure, I'll hit up the Internet and look around for specs. I'm sure some super nerd mapped the whole thing out top to bottom. Think of the bragging rights when you whip that bad boy out and smash a champagne bottle against it." As he continues to watch the world drift away, he looks back out towards the others of the group to listen to them. "We're talking about Star Trek, Bucky. It's better than Star Wars. Star Wars is just about some doofus with daddy issues and he made out with his sister because .. why not. Star Wars is about foraging into the unknown! The great deep beyond! Protecting alien planets from other alien gangsters and making space treaties!" He gives a look to Tony for backup on this. "Do Asgardians travel space often?" He asks Thor. "Have you done a lot of space travel yourself?" 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' "Well, the early Star Trek was. The rest of Star Trek has been a lot of garbage trying to capture the magic of the originals. And Star Wars is far more than Drake is giving it credit for," Natasha says, giving Drake a glance and a shake of her head. Then back to Bucky. "One is not really better than the other and both have their merits as well as flaws." Then she goes back to looking forward, to the darkness they are approaching as they have gone ever higher. A hint of trepidation sneaking into her thoughts but she crushes them under her mental boot heel. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' "Kinda with Nat on this one kid. They're both good and bad, for their own reasons. You've got plenty who will argue one is better than the other, but I'm with the few but more correct people that they are equally essential." Tony says this and then he goes really thoughtful. "I could always put a Death Star in space, and use the Enterprise to visit it. That'd really piss some fandoms off..." Though he takes a moment while talking to look at the computers in front of him and his brows furrow. Standing, he shoos one of his people out of the way and brings up images from the computer to right in front of him - because holocomputers, and it's Tony so why not? "You've got high energy levels coming in, but you're not running as hot as you should be..." He mentions, aloud, to anyone who may understand his jargon. "In fact...hmm.." He pulls up other numbers, specs, and level distributions before pointing to someone from the Shield side. "You guys seeing this too?" 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Thor stands there hand upon the mast and he smiles a bit, his good eye distancing as he murmurs in answer to Drake, "Oh aye, indeed." A gesture to the side, "The war here with the Dark Elves, that was my first sojourn beyond the bounds of Asgard. After that I traveled the grand ways between various planets and realms that extended beyond the kingdoms ruled by mine father."     The Asgardian monarch smiles a little as he looks over toward the side of the ship, and now the grand planet looks like a curve against the sky, the silhouette prominent, the clouds long left behind as they climb into the dark above. Everything seems more quiet as the ship seems to come about slowly, its grand wings unfurling and catching what might seem like silent wind beyond the bubble of safety provided by the ship.     Though when Tony speaks, Thor tilts his head and hrms as he turns just so to ponder the holograms. Though one of the young Asgardian crew steps away from her place near the rear wing mechanism and steps up to stand beside Tony. Her expression shifts stern and when she speaks it's with a tinge of curiousity to her voice. "There is naught interfering with the flow of power from Asgard, our core is synchronized properly..." She looks sidelong toward Skye and then Tony as she asks, "If I may?"     And if she is indeed allowed she will gesture toward Tony and motion for him to turn the display to get a more drawn out schematic of the ship proper.     "Our mass despite the anti-inertial barrier... it is too high." 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "And Tribbles, one of them has Tribbles," Bucky adds to the conversation. Seems maybe he's seen a late night rerun or something. He GAWKS at Natasha, eyes a little wide. "Uhhhh... Nat, your geek is showing a little," he teases in a whisper. Keep talking everyone so he has something other than the big black nothingness of impending DOOM that is space to think about. Wait? What? He has not a clue what they're talking about other than the fact that it sounds NOT good. He swallows hard and blurts out, "I mean it Thor..." but under his breath and mostly to himself. "If we all die, I'm going to kill you." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Something isn't right. "You're certain," Skye interupts the midshipman. "That's *all* the crew and materials are accounted for?" When she has something cranking out extra power, usually it means something is using it for a reason (good or bad), or wasn't in the original specs. "I would check everything twice." Including the things below decks. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Okay, first of all ... we'll shelve this for now, but I'm going to create a Power Point to prove you both wrong." Drake says as looks at Tony with betrayed eyes. He thought he had his back on this one. The force is strong in Tony it appears. Though, the talk of something going on is what pulls him away from his geekdom. He makes his way over to Tony to peer around his shoulder at the data, furrowing his brows as he rubs a hand along his stubbled cheeks. He shifts his jaw, then gives a glance over to the others. "Are we leaking somewhere?" He says as he squints. 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' "I had a crash course in all things pop culture a few years back," Natasha offers although she doesn't explain the how or why. As body languages change, she turns from the view to watch the goings-on, not sure what is happening but pretty sure it could be a problem. Being so close to being /in/ space, a problem is not a good thing to have. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark side steps to let the Asgardian crew member take over the computer for a moment. He does glance back to Drake and smirks. "Why do you think I said I wanted to build the Enterprise first? I just happen to like both, and I'm old enough that it makes sense to do so." There's a cheeky grin and then he looks back. "I mean, it all seems fine...but also not fine. It's just...odd." He motions. "Save that information to file, make sure we can run the schematics back on Earth." ...If they make it back. 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     Thor is, indeed, paying attention to the big brains. Though that does not mean he doesn't hear Bucky's words. Though this time they only earn him a hand lifted in his direction without looking, as if to stay him from further growlings.     Yet when Skye raises her voice the crewmen turns and nods, "Aye, all we had listed. But best to verify." That said she looks toward Thor and Jorin, the latter of which gives her his permission. "Go, seek what you can, Liese. We will hold here and I will man your station."     Which seems enough for the Asgardian crewman as she adjusts the hang of the sword upon her back before she breaks into quick walk to the stairwell leading below decks.     Jorin gives a nod to Thor, "Soon will be time."     "Aye, I leave it in your hands, Captain Jorin."     Jorin then lifts his voice to a loud shout of command as he roars, "Make ready to release cargo!"     The Asgardian crew on deck and below all heard for they all answer with a loud, "ARAH!"     Which seems to be when the ship turns in a slow leisurely arc as it twists and there is a low mechanical whirring that comes from beneath the ship itself as the cargo bay doors open, expanding wide enough for those near the edge of the ship to see them, gleaming golden as they catch the waning light of the sun. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Both of Bucky's eyebrows shoot way up over widened eyes. His grip on the railing he's near is damned near enough to break the thing in two. As a matter of fact, he decides he just might accidentally do that so he switches from holding it with his left to holding it with his right. Somehow, in a great testament to his ability to remain cool under pressure, he manages to NOT squeak like a little girl in fear when he asks, "Nat, what's going on?" His voice is pitched low, pretty even, but his jaw's clenched almost as tightly as his butt cheeks. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Hey, Tony.. have you been checking where those spikes are, as in where is space?" It could be 'normal' as far as these things go. Skye didn't say what else she was thinking. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Hopefully it's not space radiation." Drake says as he makes his way back to slip into a seat that still has a good view of space. He buckles himself in regardless, just in case. "When I was on the Legion Cruiser, Brainiac was always bitching about space radiation. I also thought he made it up and blamed it on everything that went wrong when he was steering the ship. He used big words far too much." He props his chin up in the palm of his hand, calling out to Bucky. "We're gonna be fine, dude!" 

:'''{{#var:93|Natasha Romanoff (93)}} has posed:''' "Just some weird readings," Natasha says to Bucky, making it sound like nothing. "Not unusual I'm sure for a maiden space flight." She says it so convincingly and her body language supports her words. Course, she's an expert at being able to lie without being detectable. They had yet to build a lie detector machine she couldn't beat. She is paying attention as they prepare to take care of what they came out here for, to put that shield into place. 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Tony Stark adjusts the holoscreens, picking them apart a bit and then tilts his head, stepping back and taking his typical stance, studying the images a moment. "From what I'm seeing here, we're getting the connection from New Asgard, it's reaching the ship, but the ship isn't converting it correctly. There's a...hiccup...or a skip...so we're taking on the right amount of power but we're not using it properly..." He tilts his head the other way then. "Though...I think it might have corrected itself on it's own...I don't see the spike anymore..." 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     There is a leisurely turn as the ship lists to one side, but inside the protective bubble everything seems at ease and normal. Though there is that hint of tension in the air. Yet there is also focus as the crew and the scientists focus on their tasks at hand. A technician keys up a new display and it shows the underside of the ship from a sensor or camera that is perhaps attached to the keel.     On that display a large square panel of metal drifts into view, crossing before the camera, catching the light of the sun and blinding the image for an instant and then coming back into view as it turns. From the size of it it must have been quite a shield, large enough to cover Thor entirely if he held it in hand. Though as it turns in space it seems to have more elaborately decorated curved objects that enhance its silhouette. Small portions of it gleam with a gem-like beauty and seem to adjust it and then slooowly send it toward the distance as it floats away apparently under its own power.     After a time Liese reemerges and she shakes her head toward Jorin as she murmurs, "All crew and supplies accounted."     Which has the captain frowning, yet he nods. "Very well. My lord?" He turns toward Thor who nods again.     "Take us back then, Captain."     "Aye, my lord."     And slowly the ship starts to turn back and complete its arc as it noses over... then aims back toward the Earth. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "Shuddup, Drake, don't make me come over there!" There aren't a lot of people that Bucky has one hundred percent faith in yet. Natasha's one of the two. Surely she wouldn't lie to him, right? RIGHT?! Right. Of course she wouldn't. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, then another. He unclenches the fist he had wrapped around that railing and flexes the stiffness out of it. Nat will NEVER hear the end of it if this goes South. (...which is to say, odds are, she's never going to hear the end of it.) Turning back? Bucky bounces a little on the balls of his feet, just a little. Yippee! "Thank God," he murmurs to himself. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye listened to Tony's explanation, and while it does make sense, something still feels wrong with it. Unfortunately, she doesn't have something to replace it. *Just your nerves. Get over it.* Skye shrugs, and nods. "Just a blip. That's all." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "You come over here, I'll give you cooties." Drake calls back to Bucky with a wild grin on his face. "You know, landing is the hardest part. You really feel the g-force hit when you break atmosphere. Don't ralph." He looks confident that they won't blow up, at least on the outside. He isn't familiar with Asgardian technicians but from what Thor said earlier, they're pros. He continues to glance at Tony and Skye at times, trying to gauge their faces. Are they worried? Are they chill? 

:'''{{#var:22|Tony Stark (22)}} has posed:''' Everything seems to be coming together nicely, the spike is gone, the shield is launched and nothing blew up. He can't wait to get back and pick apart all this data either. "When we land and disembark, Doordash, I'll treat you to some chipotle." He smirks and then glances around before looking to Thor. "A job well done, Thor!" 

:'''{{#var:107|Thor (107)}} has posed:'''     The descent is a graceful and almost elegant thing as the ship tilts over and aims down back to the curve of the planet and the ocean so far below that beckons them with its sapphire waves. The wings of the Asgardian ship draw back and angle a little more to the rear of the ship, causing it to look a little more like a dolphin as it angles down. The protective bubble remains steady as they continue downward.     At Tony's words Thor looks up and to the side, over his shoulder somewhat as he smiles. "I? I did nothing. Tis this crew and the Wisdom's captain that deserve the credit."     He turns then and gestures, "And once New Asgard espies our sails once again, once they see our return home strong in success and triumphant, then the people will cry out and welcome us. The celebration will last long into the night..."     He walks over and rests a hand on Jorin's shoulder to shake the man slightly before he calls out, "And you all are invited. Celebrate with us and the accomplishments of one brave crew!"     That said the Wisdom continues its steady descent until eventually the bay of Kvalvika comes back into view. And the greeting they receive? It is as Thor said. 
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13230/Milk Cartons: Something Strange has knocked on the door

2021-05-19T04:09:16Z

Dynamite:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/05/08
|Location=Holy Ghost Church, Clinton
|Synopsis=Doctor Strange seeks out Cloak and Dagger.
|Cast of Characters=742,71,9571
|Tinyplot=Milk Cartons
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' It's after midnight and Hell's Kitchen is alive with activity this weekend. The lonely church, old and forgotten, sits amidst the hub of neon lights, bone fires and strip clubs within the shadows of a street corner that has no working street light. Though, there 'is' a flicker of light from within that may pass through the windows here and there. The gangs and the sinners have learned months ago to stay away from this rotting relic of worship. Now that news of Cloak and Dagger has taken up residence and has frequent visitors of 'capes' coming by, they give the duo of dark and light some space and respect. It's within this church that Dagger 'dances' to some classical music set up on an old radio with batteries plugged in. The church no longer has reliable power, outside of a generator that was donated and a solar panel attached to the roof tucked away behind a turret. It's enough juice to keep the water warm and a phone charged. The long legged ballerina leaps and spins with long practiced motions, dressed in her white leotard with the sword cut down through the front of it. A symbol of strength and peace. It seems that she needs to cut loose, work out some energy before Cloak prepares them for the hunt. There are more kids missing from Bushwick and all they need is a tip. 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:''' The Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange, has sensed something in the mystical ether of the planet, nearby in New York. It was faint. Almost like the faint sound of the tapping of a distant woodpecker on the mystical laticework of Strange's web of protection spells. Following this "feeling" Strange arrives at the location of, of all things, a church. Raising his left eyebrow in a very "Spockian" way, Strange lands without a sound, and listens quietly to the sounds of the city at this time of night. Normally the darkness almost has a distinct "feeling" to Strange, however, this time there was something else. Not so much sinister, but, for lack of a better word, dark. Palatable. Wait. Was that classical music coming from the church? Unexpected. Walking up the stairs to the entrance, Strange pushes his right hand forward, and opens the door, expecting the unexpected. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Up in the abandoned choir loft, the form of Cloak is perched like a gargoyle brought indoors. It's more than just so he can watch over Tandy as she dances below, as it puts him in range to look out a broken side window to the streets outside. It's sentry duty, then, mindful of the visitors that they don't know and possibly even those that they do. The church has been increasingly busy. "It looks like we may see some rain tonight. It'll be a good time to go out, they'll take advantage of the noise and less people on the street." Comes his voice from near the rafters as the heavy baritone filters down through the air. He may be preparing to say more, but there's sounds outside by the door. He vanishes in a rush of shadow and the hiss of cold, displaced air and reappears below. He towers between the dust-laden pews, a barrier in the aisle. "What do you want?" 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' As she leaps with her legs stretched out, Tandy lands on her tip-toes, then gives another spin as her arms stetch upwards to the sky. She is beautiful and elegant in the way that she moves. Each bend of the knee, each swirl of her hand, she looks so much at peace, like a young angel seeking to gain her wings. She hears Cloak. She does, But she just wants this song to last a bit longer. Please, Lord, let me have this song before I have to fight. Just a few more seconds ... Though when he speaks of the door opening, the sound of old steel hinges creaking, she stops and lands on her feet, a blade of light appearing in her hand as she spins it around in her fingers. She goes from calm to storm as he blue eyes narrow and a crescent moon of light appears above one eye. "Who're you?" 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:''' Strange enters the church, feeling out with his mystical senses, a small warning charm at his finger tips, just in case. It was always good to be prepared for the unknown, even when walking into a church. One never knows what could decide to leap out of you from either side of the "moral high and low ground". Eyes scanning the room, Strange stops and folds his arms across his chest when he is confronted with two personages inside the church. Darkness and Light, indeed. First, Strange regards the shadow, the man confronting him in the aisle. "Good evening. I am here investigating a few interesting rumours I have heard about the area." Strange looks the man up and down. "You would appear to match the description I have heard about some strange happenings." Strange's eyes then next find Dagger. "Who am I indeed. You would be the second figure in that small collection of shockingly sparse details." "Before you decide to take an adversarial role in our encounter, I will introduce myself. I am Doctor Strange." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "Doctor Strange?" Tandy says as she gives a furrow of her brows. "Okay.. is that .. your last name, or are you a Doctor of Strange .. things?" There is a bit of innocence in the young girl's voice as she keeps the light blade at the ready as she grips it tightly in her palm. She can feel the heat of the the light along her palm. "That is Cloak and I am Dagger. We live here." She says as she tilts her head. ".. Did Spider-Man send you? Or the Devil of Hell's Kitchen?" There is a pause. "Or have you come to harm us?" A hint of suspicion in her voice. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "Been a lot of strange people out there, on the news and in the papers. You must be the strange one they refer to by name then." Cloak says with a growl to the edge of his voice. He stands a little straighter and the dull light in the room does little to define his shadowed features as he stares at the other man. He doesn't approach and instead stays close to Dagger, protecting instead of advancing. "And now you know that we're here. Your curiosity good now, or's there somethin else you came here to do besides peek through our windows?" 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:''' Remaining where he was, Strange listens to the sounds of the classical music combined with the sounds of the city through the open door, and the two people within the main hall of the church. It did not take long to figure out at least a basic personality archtype for the two squatters inside the church. Light and Dark. "No one sent me...Dagger." Strange nods, making sure he got it right. "I am Doctor Stephen Strange. Surgeon and Sorceror Supreme, although that does sound pretensious at times." Strange smiles. "I know Spider-Man and Daredevil, but they did not send me." Strange studies Cloak for a few seconds with his mystical senses. It was there. Within Tyrone. That..sense Strange had felt. "Hmmmm. I am that man of which you refer to.I think that you and I will have to have a discussion about what you are carrying my friend." A beautiful voice brings him around to Dagger, shocking him out of his concentration on Cloak and what he was carrying. A smile. "Well, madame, it is a pleasure to meet you. I did not come to harm you. I believe we have a lot to talk about. You two are becoming "celebrities" in these parts, and that brings with it a lot of attention." "I have encroached on your home. I apologize. Perhaps we can meet again at a more appropriate time or place?" 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "It's fine. You can stay and talk." Dagger says as she lobs the light blade upwards as it bursts into a trio of light orbs that hover, creating a bit of a spotlight around the pair of them. "Sorry, we're just .. new at this. We're working with Iron Fist these days and he's training us to um.. find our balance .. " She gives a glance towards her partner, then back towards the sorceror as she lifts her brows upwards. "You said he's carrying something? I spoke with someone who goes by the name of Blackout. I found him deep within Cloak's dark. He told me there are monsters inside of him, and ... and I found buildings .. like they were ancient. He told me that this is the dark dimension and that Cloak is a conduit for it." With that, she tilts one hand backwards, letting it glow to feed her partner some of her light, to satisfy his addiction and hopefully put the monster that he has become at ease. "You can .. sense what is inside of him? This .. thing?" 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "An entire dimension, some sort of separate one. He called it a neighborhood." Cloak says as if the word tasted foul coming out of his mouth. He continues in that tone of someone reciting what was told and not quite grasping it, "But he has similar powers to mine, and knows another, with all of them seeming to come from the same source. What sets me apart is that I was some sort of "open portal" and that something big lives in my... pocket." There's a half of a shrug of his fabric shrouded shoulders. "Must be what you're sniffing out. Funny how everyone seems to know more about this than me." 

:'''{{#var:71|Doctor Strange (71)}} has posed:''' "I can truly appreciate that Dagger. Iron Fist has a good head on his shoulders. He is a great source of mentorship in this world. Balance is pivotal in his philosophy, so I would recommend continuing with that avenue of learning." As Dagger's eyes find Cloak, Strange's follow. "I see. The Dark Dimension is not to be underestimated or trifled with. If your abilities access it, Cloak, you need to be careful and cognizant of what can happen if you are not careful." Strange squints at Cloak, mumbles something unintelligible to Cloak and Dagger, and nods. "Yes. You are right. I can sense something." Strange shakes his head. "It would take more time to delve into what exactly is going on with you my friend, Cloak." "Blackout...fascinating. Well. Not exactly. I do not know "more" than you. I will research it within my library, and we can meet again and discuss it." Strange begins to float of the ground. "This has been interesting. If you need me, please, call me. I am located not far from here at this location..." Strange uses a minor spell to place a card near Dagger." My phone number as well. Wong, my Manservant, will make sure I get the message. In the meantime...be well." With that Strange heads back into the night with barely a whisper marking his passing. 
}}

13318/Hello, Exterminator

2021-05-19T04:09:01Z

Dynamite:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/05/18
|Location=Holy Ghost Church, Clinton
|Synopsis=Some of the Defenders seek shelter from the rain. They didn't expect it to rain cats, dogs, and Symbiotes.
|Cast of Characters=9571,742,4,1425,17
|Tinyplot=Milk Cartons
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' It's a spring evening on the east coast, which means rain. A solid storm, in fact, though more a steady downpour and fitful thunder than lightning and wind. It's the kind of night most people stay in and enjoy pizza and Netflix. Even heroes (or fringe heroes) keep to cover on nights like this, though there's no hot delivery pizza to be found in the Holy Ghost. It's a canned soup and crackers kind of night, but it's a good night for it. Not that Cloak eats, but he does know how to string a tarp. He's adjusting one that's over their cache of supplies to ward off a worsening leak through the roof, with the supplies in question already up off the floor on an old broken pallet and some milk crates. "If the roof gets any worse, we may need to find another place. Certainly by next winter. It'll be too cold here for you even with heaters." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "The roof will hold. It's held for hundreds of years." Tandy says, dressed in a pair of slim jeans and a baggy Xavier sweater that hangs off one shoulder. Her hair is as bit damp and pulled up behind her into a thick blonde pony tail. "It can last another rainstorm." She tries to help where she can, though it is clear that Tyrone knows what he is doing, and the once rich girl has no clue what to do with her hands. She is glowing though, if anything to give her partner enough sight to see what he is doing. "The X-Men have invited us again, to live with them." She says softly. "I told them no, again." 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' It's a lousy night for patrolling and with most of the criminals hanging out inside Spider-Man has opted to take a little break from web slinging to check in on some friends. Swinging through Hell's Kitchen, the wall crawler makes his way towards the Holy Ghost so he can see if he can't track down Cloak and Dagger. Arriving at the church he slips in the back and makes his way into the church proper, lifting his hand in a wave towards the pair already present, "Hey guys! Mind if I take a break from getting soaked for a few?" He lifts his chin and asks, "How have you two been? Any more news on those kids that keep getting kidnapped?" 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' The rain does not bother Venom, he is warm and toasty, generating his own body heat. His webbing works fine in the rain. He can see in the rain. Rain doesn't affect him, beyond the surface level inconveniences. The bigger issue is that the criminal element do not like it, and go indoors. Very few crimes are committed in the rain, and the ones that are, will be spread out over such a large area, that they are almost impossible to find. So, after having swung through the city at length, Venom decides to take some comfort in a church. Eddie liked churches. He had been religious before the bonding, and he met his other in a church, not unlike the one he found himself. Accessing it via a hole in the roof, he moved along the rafters. From his perch up high, the symbiote intoned in his head, 'Eddie, why do we not go and say high? They have food. They may have chocolate too. I want chocolate. And tater tots. And ooh, a chocolate covered taco.' Eddie had to communicate verbally to his other half, so he whispered up there, "we can't just drop in on them. We should find another place to wait out the rain." Even though he was trying to keep quiet, the acoustics in this place may have hampered his stealthy efforts. Hopefully the sound of the rain would muffle it. And then they saw him. The symbiote practically yelled in Eddie's head, 'SPIDER-MAN!' So loud that Venom had to bring a hand to his ear, or where his ear would be under the suit. Eddie replied back, still whispering, "Not so loud. We promised not to kill him." The symbiote replies, sounding like an angry child, 'But Eddie!' 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' You know who don't particularly mind the rain? Ninjas. Danny was following up a lead on some missing artifacts, ran into a batch of Hand ninjas. Turns out they weren't impressed by his titles, and he had to fight. It was an amazing fight, but he did take a knock or two, and in the end, the ninjas swallowed poison instead of answering questions. "Damn ninjas," he mutters under his breath for about the tenth time since slipping from that warehouse He honestly doesn't know where he's even going at first, just ends up in front of the church. He frowns at the state of it, especially in the rain, idly starts wondering if he might just get the building fixed up for the duo since they didn't seem interested in his offer. He approaches the door and does the polite thing and knocks. Even says "Candygram" after the second or third knock. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "You're not made of limestone." Cloak retorts to Dagger as he looks to her over one shoulder and past the edge of his hood. "...you should go. Or, at least accept their offer of an apartment. I don't /like/ relying on handouts. I don't, but at least you will be in a safer place than here." There's no mention of what he will do, however. The rustle of motion and creaking doors draws his attention away. "Spider-Man." Is his simple greeting, lacking in the borderline hostility it has in the past. He must be getting used to the red-and-blue hero's presence. "There's plenty of room. I can't promise it's all dry. ...I haven't heard anything of note, not enough to follow up on yet." There's something else creeping around above them. In his rafters, even. But Cloak does not have superhuman senses to hear the whispers above the rain. Nor can he hear the approach of another man outside in the storm, but he does hear the knock and swings his shrouded head to look that way. "...busy night." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "There is no place safe for us, Cloak. You know that. Fate has chosen our path and it's led us to here. These streets and this church. I wouldn't feel right to take from them, even in good faith." Dagger says as she shrugs her shoulders. "But at least the supplies go towards me eating and keeping warm. Lucky for you, you don't need anything but my light." As her hands glow, she sends out a shard towards the swirling dark, a snack to tide the monster over. At the sound of Spider-Man's voice, she glances over to their friend and gives him a smile. She brushes some blonde hair back behind her ear that is loose from her ponytail. "Hey Web Head. We have a few leads, yes. Just waiting for the rain to settle before we go back out. So far, no kids are missing that we now of, but we have a lead on a gang that is planning a trip through Mutant Town." She gives a visible frown, then glances over at the door and the voice. "It's Iron Fist. Come in!" She calls, her voice echoing through the church. 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' "Lets hope they've given up on crime and turned to a life of charity," Spidey says to Cloak with a nod. "Though I doubt it. Probably just making their next plans. Crooks like them don't seem like the type to give up easily." His head turns when he hears the knock, "You two are getting popular, aren't you? Your fan club growing?" Looking at Dagger he says, "Let me know when they start to move and I'll swing by and make sure things are safe down there. At least as safe as they can be." Then he turns back towards the door, "Iron Fist! I love that movie. Big fan of RZA." 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' If it had not been for the appearance of Spider-Man, Venom would have left. They didn't like to intrude or listen in on conversations, but where Spider-Man was concerned, their interest was considerably heightened. With a thwip, they would lower themselves down, not coming into peripheral vision yet, but closer, and overheard Dagger talking about kids that might be missing, or at least a gang planning on kidnapping them. 'Eddie, Eddie, we need to track down this gang of mutant kidnappers, and we will beat them, and then we will eat them.' The symbiote sounded so pleased at its idea. But Eddie was, "shh, maybe, we'll see," still trying to whisper. The symbiote continued to press, 'See! Spider-Man makes light of kidnappers. Can we kill him? Please, pretty please with chocolate fudge on top?' Eddie waved his hand while still lowering and dangling from the thread, trying to get the symbiote to stop talking in his head over them. And then, with another extension of the line, Venom drops down into the middle of the assembled group, toothily grinning as they said, "If we sign up for your fan club, do we still get the football phone?" He likely startled them, Spider-Man especially, as the wallcrawler isn't used to people being able to get so close without his spider-sense going off. 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' Danny enters, as Dagger invites him in. He moves a few steps in, eyes closing briefly and a confused sort of expression on his face. He glances around, and up, in thought, but apparently doesn't get a bead on what he was looking for. "Oh, didn't know you had company," he says, keeping himself in a pose that to most seems relaxed, but is really on guard. He's dressed in his usual green and yellow outfit, the mask and the dim light hiding the shiner he just got (Again, you should see the other guy). "Um, hey, Spider-man. Big fan of the way you stop crime." He'd say more but then Venom drops down. Those previously relaxed muscles tense again, and he hops back a step or two. "Friend of yours?" he asks Spider-man. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Cloak can handle Spider-Man, even if he did briefly eat him. He can suffer some of the Avengers, and did try to eat them too. Iron Fist hasn't had the pleasure, though with Dagger knowing him he doesn't seem apt to lash out. The same courtesy is not extended to Venom. Cloak sees motion, a hulking figure drop in between them, and a whole lot of teeth. So he does what any man does when a monster drops into his home. He tries to remove the invader from existence. There's not a hi, or an expletive, or a mutter from Cloak. Just a sharp growl and the rush of fabric as the shroud he wears is thrown wide. Then he's lunging right at Venom with clear intent for a bear hug train to the Dark Dimension. 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' When the black and white creature drops down from the ceiling, Dagger lets out a loud noise of surprise, moving almost instinctively and immediately along with her partner. He lunges fron one angle as her fists flare upwards into a bright concussive force of light that she erupts towards the creature from another. It's going to 'burn' quite a bit, looking to force him forward and into the dark. She backpeddles in step, her eyes glowing as a cresent moon blazes over one eye from beneath the veil of thick blonde hair. "Holy shit! What is that!?" It looks like Spidey, but it's not. The church now has become a lit star, the shadows having melted away behind her blast radius. 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' When Venom appears in their midst Spider-Man instinctively does a backflip to make room for maneuvering. "Whoa, Venom! You and I have an agreement. I don't stop you from... crime fighting and you don't keep on trying to eat me!" Then he sees Cloak moving and lets out an "Oh snap!" Iron Fist is given a warning, "Watch out, he's got webs like mine. And he's strong. And fast. And eats people." Well, Cloak eats people, but he's not holding that against him. 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' Unlike Spider-Man, Venom does not have a spider-sense per say. What he does have is omni-directional vision. He can see from all angles of his body, with the symbiote sending anything of interest to Eddie, so that he isn't too confused, and sometimes the symbiote simply takes control of their shared body when it doesn't have time to send the signal, as it does now. Venom thwips, shooting out a second webline, which pulls him in like a bungee cord springing back after being pulled taught, enabling him to evade the fabric that sought to enshroud him, though he does sizzle a bit from the heat of Dagger's concussive force of light, "It is Venom," he says, "and it doesn't need the football phone if it's going to be this much trouble." Despite having been attacked twice, Venom made no move to return the attacks. They just moved away, landing on the wall, near the stained glass window, looking very relaxed, actually. While their feet are stuck to the wall, knees bent, body sort of up, almost like it was kneeling on an unseen sheet of glass, "We haven't tried to eat you. You're all carbs. Now, are you going to continue to attack us, or are we going to deal with this gang of kidnappers?" Yes, Venom was the most rational one in the room, maybe tied with Iron Fist. Go figure. 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' With the burst of action, Iron Fist hops back a few more steps, making some room between him and the C&D express that tried to de-venom Venom. His eyes narrow behind the mask, partially watching the possible-foe, and partially because Dagger is basically an angst powered floodlight. The attack doesn't come, though. Instead, sense is spoken. It doesn't take but a moment more before he relaxes his fist, which actually had a gold glow around it, as he had charged up on instinct alone. "Dagger, Enemy of my enemy and all that, but its your call, guy's in your house uninvited." Of course he says all that in the annoying 'teaching moment' sort of voice. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Cloak is fast, but so is Venom, and Cloak lacks that alien reflex and built-in partner. He misses and there's the sharp snap of striped fabric coming closed like the jaws of a beast. An unfulfilled beast. There's a low snarl from Cloak as he rounds to track Venom's retreat and his teeth are bright white against shadow-covered dark skin. "I don't give a fuck about a phone." He snaps as he straightens up, his scowl only briefly angled towards Spider-Man and Iron Fist as they voice their recognition of the intruder. As no attack is forthcoming, the shadowman turns to stare back up at Venom. "And I ain't no bagel. You got ten seconds to tell me why I let you stain my wall, let alone trust you to come on a run with us." "Ten..." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' Moving swiftly, Dagger tracks the beast through the church, then flings foward a blade of light, one that THUNKS right into the wall next to Venom's head, burying deep. The heat of the light radiates off it, enough to warm his cheek. Her eyes narrow some, her knees bent and bouncing as she forms another knife in her palm. "You want .. to help the kids?" She says, her voice trailing off, then gives a glance over to Iron Fist and Spider-Man, her brows lifting upwards. She gives a pause, then reaches out with her hand to grab Cloak's. ".. Really? You would side with us?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' "Well, Venom's not the worst guy out there," Spider-Man says as he watches his former foe cling to the wall. "So far he hasn't broken our agreement, so he might be an asset to us next time we go up against those guys." The red and blue suited hero paces slightly as he thinks, wondering if it might be such a good idea to have the symbiote on their side, eventually shrugging, "I mean, as long as he's taking down the right people then we might as well point him in the right direction." Was that so hard to say, Spidey? 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' "Tsk, tsk, you should watch your language! There are Spider-Boys present." Venom said as Cloak seemed to be growing quite agitated, and was now making threats, complete with a countdown clock. Dagger was getting in on the act, sending a heated blade of light dangerously close to Venom's head. The symbiote actually pulled away from the heat, exposing what looked to be human flesh underneath, a Caucasian, and practically chiselled out of marble. He would send out another line of webbing, this one towards the rafters, and begin to climb up, wanting to get away from the heat source, and the promise of more. Despite Spider-Man's half-hearted defense, Venom wasn't taking any chances with how Cloak and Dagger had reacted. "We will save the children, while you enjoy your soup and crackers." He was scurrying now, trying to get away and out of the path of destruction, reaching the hole in the roof that he had first come through. He disappeared through it, then re-appeared, head only, "try not to burn down the church. We don't take kindly to that." And then he disappeared back into the rain. 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' "Well," Danny says, watching Venom crawl off. "You guys sure do know some interesting people." He glances to Cloak a moment, having meant to introduce himself at some point, seems things keep coming up. For now, he glances as the Duo and Spider-man. "Think that guy can be trusted?" he asks. "Or...guys?" 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Denied again. Cloak's darkening scowl could almost be a pout if a hungry crocodile could make that kind of face. Instead it's just bared teeth and an almost subsonic grumble. "None of this shit'll burn with this rain." He grouches as Venom disappears back into the night. "Even if I wanted. The gangs ain't going to move on a night like this. Not enough people out and about to hide the activity. That guy? I don't trust him as far as I could throw him. But I've lived longer extending that to just about everyone." "You know him." Cloak states to Spider-Man. "But I ain't just telling him to go do my work. Nuh-uh. If he can pull his weight and do the job, fine, but he's your problem if he steps out of line." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' As the light fades away, the church is once more bathed in darkness as Dagger drops her arms down. She wraps her arms around herself into a bit of a hug. "Venom. I've heard of him. God, what a monster." She breathes out as she rubs at her arms a bit, trying to ease down the goosebumps. She stares up at the ceiling from where he disappeared, then back towards Danny and Spider-Man. "I am not afraid to ally with those that make me uncomfortable if the results are good. At least I won't have to worry about my soul for a change." She starts off for the back of the church, letting out a sigh. "I need soem fresh air, gonna take a walk. I'll catch up with you guys later." She calls over. 'Tomorrow for lunch." 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' "I don't trust him, but if we work with him and he doesn't play by the rules I should be able to keep him in line," Spider-Man says. That 'should' is a big thing, though. He looks between the other two that are still there and says, "I've got an agreement with him that he's stuck to. If we work that out in the future we might be able to strike up a working relationship." Then he shrugs, "Just tough to know what to do right now, though. I've got to think about it." He heads towards the back door, "I'll talk to you later. Hopefully for lunch tomorrow." 
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13329/Got Milk

2021-05-19T04:07:52Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' It's been weeks since the showdown at the warehouse with the Bobs. Time enough for wounds to heal, time enough for kids to be evaluated at least. But not time enough for Henry McCoy to forget about what occurred. Sometimes, he can procrastinate like it's a professional sport and this has been one such a situation -- do you speak to the people on the ground, do you try and do your own footwork? How much help do they want from essentially institutional hero help? So he almost went down to the church multiple times and tonight finally did it. No convertable in this part of town, Hank's driven one of his classics, but one of the old ones; a beat up General Lee, because who doesn't like that car who likes american muscle? He parked it under street lights where there's a few operational cameras though, then heads toward the Church, hoodie, jeans, oversized sneakers and all.... to find the Cloak and the Dagger. 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' The church sits within the pool of shadows of Hell's Kitchen, lonely and forgotten. The rain overnight found it's way through the cracks in the old battered roof and have left multiple puddles everywhere on the floor, followed by a musty scent. A tarp has been set up to catch most of the water, but it's put together half-assed and there has been some spillage. It's at least cut down on the moisture. Tandy is dressed in a baggy Xavier sweater and a pair of jeans, rooting through a box of clothes that just came back from the laundromat. She is folding things up, taking stock of what she has that isn't torn or burnt. She lets out a heavy breath. "Hey, Ty', do you want to do a hotel tonight? We can just .. borrow a room for the night. I really want a bed." She says in a soft mutter. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' From the storms the night before brought in more than just rain, and Cloak is just checking on some scavenged bits of wood and even rusted aluminum sheeting over one particularly large spot that are covering holes forming in the ceiling. Neither of them is a handyman and it shows. "We still need to find you someplace better to stay than this. It worked as a base of operations, but you need somewhere sheltered. Safe. Not where... /things/ like that Venom can come oozing in." Says the man from the rafters before he disappears and reappears down by his partner. "We're making dangerous enemies - and friends - Tandy. We can't stay here forever and not have the wrong person come knocking." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Occasionally, I'd wager, the right person trots on by though, once in a blue moon," Beast calls that from the entrance of the church, sniffing the air and looking up and over the place with a wrinkled nose. "Either of you have a hammer and some four inch nails?" he asks, peering up at the ramshackle patching up, gesturing up at the beams. "Corregated iron, few nails properly put into that beam up there, it at least wouldn't leak any more." He ambles closer, giving a nod here and there. "I couldn't help noticing you've got a bit of rising damp here," he offers with a grin "...ahhhhh... how have you been?" 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "Tyrone, I'm going to be fine. This is our home now, better or worse. If our enemies come to seek us out here, it just means less work for us, and they're in the perfect place to beg for forgiveness when we punish them for their sins." Tandy says firmly as her hands bleed a bit of light as she squeezes them together. "But once in awhile, a night or so, I don't think it's a big deal to just find somewhere else to rest and recover. Take a normal shower, use a real toilet instead of the Mickey D's down the street. But this is where we make our stand.." Her voice trails off as she can hear Hank, then glances over towards the large blue mutant. "Oh. Hey there, Beast." She says as she gives a shake of her hand to ward the light away. "Um.. no, we don't have any of those things. It won't rain all the time. It's fine. The back room is dry and we can use that. We're fine. How are you? Rogue and Kurt dropped by earlier." 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "Fine. Tonight we'll find a place." Cloak says, sounding dissatisfied but he's not about to argue with her. Not when there's someone at the door. His head turns to look towards Henry as he comes through the door and there's a frown from the shrouded man. "Unless you can find it out in those alleys, we don't have it. These are more to keep the trash out than the rain. Nothing stops the water. Other than that, we're as we always are." He leaves Tandy to speak to the mutant while he walks over to the barrel that simmers with coals. What looks like a broken scrap of pallet is picked up and jammed down into the coals to let it catch and add a little more heat to ward off the damp even if it's no concern to him. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy chews on his cheek a moment, glancing up and across the leaky roof once again. Stop it, Hank. Stop. Move on from the urge to use your hands practically. He shoves the offending hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, to stop the urge. "I'll have to see what I can scrounge one day," DAGNABBIT. You and me, we will have words later, self. "Hello Tandy, Tyrone," he nods to both, rolling his shoulders back and straining fabric with it. "I'm hale and hearty. Chest is all healed up and I'm through the frustrating regrowing of fur. I wasn't much fun to be around for a few days and I swear I got through about a gallon of Calomine lotion," he coughs. Drawing a little closer to the fire, he considers the scavenger's lifestyle of street level for a moment, "Oh? Did they come about the situation with the crazy chickens? Or... Od's teeth, I didn't miss a memo, did I? I don't -think- I did..." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "No. Kurt and I are dating and he likes to come by to have some attention and drop some supplies off, and Rogue just wanted some girl time. We didn't even talk business." Tandy says as she gives a snap of her fingers to summon a blob of light, then floats it over towards the wall with the large map pinned to it, followed by the numerous strings of colored yarn that designates gang territory. "The crazy chickens are no more. The Los Vatos removed whatever was left of them because they were rivals and expanded their territory. Less boots on the ground, but now the heroin business is growing. We plan on dealing with them later, but they are not involved with the children." Her shoulders lift upwards into a shrug. "I'm really glad to see you're safe and .. furry again. I was really worried for you that night. The children that was rescued are okay?" 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "Chickens, like their name, weren't much of a threat in the end." Cloak remarks as he walks away from the fire barrel. "So far there haven't been many leads, which means either nothing much is happening or - more likely - they're starting to go to ground and operate more quietly. Our strikes against the various gangs have been drawing increasing attention from more of the 'heroes' in the city wanting in on the action. If they can stop it, great. So long as they don't scare the operations more into shadow than they already are." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "I'm not going to lie, I was a bit worried for me that night, too. But we had a nightcrawler and I heal quickly. I had absolutely /no/ idea that you were dating him though," Beast looks actually a little proud for a moment, grinning again. "Spectacular! Anyway," pause, beat "...wait, Rogue wants girl time? You think you know a person. Apparently, I'm occasionally very clueless." He turns his attention to the map of strings, looking over the activity with his eyes travelling here and there, 'connecting the dots' so to speak. "The children have been assessed. Some needed a good deal more therapy, some have come to the school, others have been returned to their parents. Overall, that could have been a lot worse than it was. That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you two about, as I'm feeling itchy palms over that whole affair. Given lately we've had... some... uh... child related troubles... I am feeling extraordinarily impotent. Hate that feeling. Is there anything new, in that regard, or is it all getting too hot, with uninvited Hero action?" 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "She came over and said she wanted to check up on me, but I could tell that she just wanted a friend. Maybe someone unfamiliar to talk to. I know all about that. We spent the day having lunch and walking around the park. She also make the threat of if I ever hurt her brother, she would turn me into a pancake or something." Tandy heads over to the map to look at it, reaching out to tap a few of the pins on the board, then takes the yellow one for the Vatos and drags it over towards the docks now. "But, yes, we're dating. He's teleported me to your place a few times to spend the night. He keeps trying to get me to move in with him, Rogue too .. so did James. I just don't feel comfortable being a mooch, and being too far away from our mission. This church keeps us humble and hungry." She stares at the map for a long moment. "But Ty' is right. We're getting a lot of attention. Spider-Man, Dare Devil, Iron Fist .. Doctor Strange .. and now Venom. Everyone wants to help us. Venom just wants to eat people and honestly? I'm okay with that. Maybe they will quit kidnapping children if Dark Spider-Man started chewing on their heads." She reaches over and taps a neighborhood of Bushwick. "Two little girls are missing here. So far, no leads. No one is taking credit from people I have on the inside that feeds me info. They've gone silent .. maybe they got exposed, killed, I don't know. But two girls are missing from that street. It's three blocks away from the elementary school. They aren't related." 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "It if wasn't that they were missing from the same area, I'd almost just consider them runaways." Says Cloak, his voice low and somber. "It happens. Kids with powers? I imagine the chances are even higher, and that area is a hotbed. But kids go missing near a school? Something else is probably up. We've been checking the homeless camps and hotspots, but so far no signs of anyone like that." He glances over towards Hank as he says, "And I doubt there's luck that two girls have shown up on your door recently, hm? If you've been having kid problems, it ain't originating from us. Not since that last fight. What else is going on, more strays, recoveries?" 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy presses his lips close together. To talk, or not to talk? Nope, these are good folks. "We had the juggernaut show up on our doorstep with some information about a mutant farm in Ontario. Kids, kind of. They grew them, rather than kidnapped them, but this... all of it just feels weirdly connected. Or just downright ominously coincidental," Hank looks at the map, where Tandy indicated and draws closer, pushing his glasses up his nose and peering. There is an exhale. "We escalated that, upwards." He points up, for added emphasis but peers at the map, staring at it even. Fixedly. He glances at the surrounding areas, tipping his head juuuuuust a little as he considers. "I guess no proof that this is connected yet, except that it's a similar modus operandi." He gestures to an area in between the school catchment area, where there are storefronts. "Has anyone checked the convenience stores in this area here?" he asks "They usually have a rather cheap security system, but they almost always have one. And this street here..." he indicates one "...and here..." another, one "...intersect the bus routes for the 107 and the 102, connecting these apartment complexes. Also, any connections with public transport? Bus drivers run a route for months on end, they start to know pick up and drop off of regular kids. If whoever's doing this has workers in public transportation, actually any NYC worker... they'd know the locals. And the corner store operators... kids are kids, they become creatures of habit. You might be able to ...uh... I'm probably teaching you to suck eggs, right? I apologize." 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' There's a look that Cloak sends aside to Dagger as the farm is mentioned. Subtle at first, but to study his face shows something hard, cold, questioning, and suspicious. "Yes. We're familiar with how kids on the street behave." He says in a a brusque manner and a shifting of cloaked shoulders. "Can't imagine much changes in a few years. If they were runaways, they wouldn't stick close to home. Easily found. The trouble is, buses are cheap and hard to follow. At least out of a city this large. We'd have to know more about them to judge where they go. Call me cynical, but I don't think they ran away. Coerced to go, maybe." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "I never thought about that." Tandy says in regards to the ideas that Hank is prattling off. So much she needs to learn. "And I doubt most store owners would let Cloak speak to them or look at their security. Maybe me .. but then they'd ask questions, and I've come to learn that those who live in squalor are terrified of those who actually run the streets, the gangs. So many people refuse to talk .. even if Cloak theatens them with violence .. which we resort in desperation." She lets out a low sigh, then glances back to the blue mutant as he speaks about farms. Her brows tighten visibly, then gives a shake of her head. "I don't even know anymore. The Madame has moved her operations out of Singapore and into the states. That much I did learn. We still do not know who she is and I feel like we are even farther from figuring out anything out. It just feels the rats have scurried underground." 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy glances at Tyrone as he responds as he thought he might. "If you would allow me... I can have a roster drawn up for the bus drivers that work those routes, the city workers, too. The store owners that might have seen something or have some CCTV that they're otherwise unwilling to share? I can probably help there, too." And damn him to hell for who he'd have to ask about inquiring. Oh, the more you try and avoid, the more you get sucked in, Hank. "I just don't want to add to your heat situation," he licks his lips lightly. "Erm." At a loss for words? Not exactly, just feeling very awkward, it seems, given the way he looks aside and studies the ground for a few before adding anything else. "Fear is a horrible motivator and it's very dominant. Look. I will try and help facilitate. This would probably be better if it went the other way, with you telling me what you need, rather than me trying to out-think. I /want/ to. Can I give you my number? I will also do a correlation calculus, once I have ahhhh... the city worker situation downloaded. You can actually calculate variance due to chance and what is a significant variation. Math. It's a scary thing sometimes." He ends that rather lamely. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "Eh, knock yourself out." Cloak says with that sort of tone suggesting that he doesn't see the use, but doesn't have any better ideas. Or Hank is just talking more than his attention can keep track of. "We can at least try to confirm if these girls ran or were taken. Which'll let us know if it's part of this mess or something separate." "Just keep your head down. You're memorable and you've hit them before. They'll know to look out for you, and if they get wind more are after them they may pull out of the area entirely and we'll lose them." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' ".. He's using really big words." Tandy whispers to Tyrone as she bumps against his shoulder, then brushes her hand inside of his dark portal of a chest to send a few bolts of light within to tide him over. She is sure he is hungry. "But, yes, we can do that. Thank you so much for helping us, Hank." She says as she brushes her hair back away from her eyes with a flick of her fingers. "And, I can set us up with a meeting with the others. Um.. the Defenders. I think is.. what we're calling ourselves. We aren't Avenging .. we're defending. Also, tell Kurt I said Hi and I love you?" She gives him a quick grin, then starts for her box of clothes to find her uniform. ".. I'm feeling motivated now. Come on, Cloak, let's hunt." 
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13327/Wizard for Hire

2021-05-19T02:28:46Z

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|Location=McAnally's Pub
|Synopsis=Illyana came looking for the wizard to find something for her. Harry agreed to take the job. Easy yet professional conversation about the missing necklace.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Macanally's isn't over crowded, but busy none the less. Various sorts take up space in the pub. A strong magic user would sense the place is set up to disperse active magic without powerful wards. Mac is behind the bar, cleaning it and watching the steaks that are cooking. Leaning on the bar, slumped forward just a bit is an tall man with a beer bottle in his hand,"I'll need some to take home after dinner Mac." he tells the man, the Chicago accent is present in his tone. Even in here some people are wary of him, but he doesn't do anything aggressive, yet those who can sense magic can sense it all over him. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana walks into the bar, glancing around appraisingly. Well, it's nicer than what she was expecting, based on the outside. But when you've lived for years in a place that others would call a 'hell dimension', your standards aren't super-high anyway. She didn't come here for the food or drink. She actually came here for what she'd consider housekeeping. In that she needs an artifact to put the demon-faction-of-the-week in line. And she heard through the grapevine that a local was able to maybe find it for her.     Of course, he wasn't home, but local bars that have noticeably strong magical wards are the kind of thing that would not only pique her interest, but also might contain a local that lives/works across the street. So now here she is, eyeing each of the patrons in turn, looking for who would meet the description of the man she's looking for. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' Ahh yes. A thick steak sandwich that arrives infront of Harry. He thanks the barkeep and inhales slowly. There is a smile of anticipation and pure bliss on the face of the local wizard. He picks it up and just before he can take a bite he pauses. His brow furrows a little and he turns slowly towards the door. He doesn't stare really, only catching her eyes for a second before considering the rest of her. His head cocks to the side a moment, then he just nods. How in the world could he pick her out of the crowd? He turns his attention to the sandwich again and takes a bite of the beefy goodness. Yup, intersted, but steak sandwich. It's important. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana sifts through the people in the bar. Demon. Demon. Half-demon. Some kind of creature she's not familiar with. Only a handfull of humans here. And a few of them have nothing magical about them of note as far as she can tell, so that narrows things down. There are maybe 3 people who could be the guy she's here to see: guy at the bar, guy at the table who looks to be on a date, and guy by the dartboard. Three people is more people than she wants to sort through, so despite her better judgement, she starts towards the bar, ignoring the look of the man who glances at her as she enters.     When she gets to the bar though, instead of asking the man there with the sandwich who he is, she looks to the barkeep. "1 beer...", she starts before adding, "...and some information. Is Harry Dresden here today?" She asks it, knowing full well that the answer probably won't be particularly easy. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''      People look her way, recognizing power in her way. Nobody lingers too long since the place is one of peace and strictly enforced. So nobody tries anything with the new face. Instead people go back to their business.      From behind the bar Mac puts a homebrew on the bar. It might surprise her to find it is served warm and everyone, most everyone, accepts that. Mac nods to her and isn't terrible talkative. He leaves Harry to his own introductions and so it is. Neutral ground and trying to use magic in here is practically impossible so Harry turns towards her and after finishing his first bite of sandwich he tells her,"As a general rule I keep regular hours, but somehow I don't think you are interested in coming back tomorrow." He slides a card on the bar faceup that indicates Harry Dresden, Wizard and Private Investigator. Not so hard. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     As Illyana takes the glass, she /does/ notice that it's warm, but it doesn't matter. The drink wasn't what she came there for anyway. She could do that with people she knows and a lot closer to home. As the bartender withdraws with the insinuation that she's at the right place, Illyana isn't especially surprised that the guy at the bar with the sandwich is the one she came here to see. He was in her top 3 guesses. And that he's here at all is a good thing. And so she smiles.     "No. I'm not. I'm here now. Let's talk." And at that, she takes a seat at the bar, eyeing the card for the moment. "You have a reputation for being able to find things. I'm looking for something specific. An artifact. Are you accepting new business?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''      The thing about Harry is, he sticks out pretty much everywhere, overly tall and not as gangly as before, in good shape. Magic really does seep off him and his charms. Once she is settled into a seat he takes a drink of his beer. He leaves the card there for the time being letting her choose to pick it up or not. Once he is done there he nods,"I'm accepting business yes. Are you comfortable with talking about it here or should we go across the street where we can talk in private?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     Illyana shrugs at that answer, taking a glance around the room. "I think we're fine. This is not a matter of life and death. If I'm interrupting your lunch, I don't need to make this any more of an interruption." She takes a sip from her glass before she continues. "I am looking for an artifact. Nothing of tremendous power... but rare enough that it takes some effort to find. I understand that you may know people who might find something like this for me?" 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:''' A meeting in a pub becomes a working dinner. He takes another bite and listens to the explination of what she is looking for. Taking a few moments to file everything mentally he nods,"All right. I find lost things regularly. What do you have to start with? Where the power comes from? What is the source? Anything you can give me to start with." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     "It is a necklace of Tarasntoaff", Illyana answers. "It is set with a purple gemstone that glows under certain dimensional lights. Alone it does nothing, but it is an incredient in something larger I want to do." She pauses, "If you aren't familiar with it, it's okay. I am almost anyone who has one will know what it is. I just don't know anyone who has one. Which is where you would come in." She takes another sip of her drink at this point, eyeing Dresden to see if there are any problems with her request. 

:'''{{#var:174|Harry Dresden (174)}} has posed:'''      "I might have heard the name before just because I read too much." he admits,"I can't say for sure, but I have a few sources that can help me in the search." He takes another bite of the sandwich and considers her while he is chewing it. Once done with that he adds,"I'll take the job. My rates are on the back of the card. It will probably not be an over night location, but I will get on it. I have one other case on the books, but it isn't too involved so it shouldn't take too long. Where can I reach you to keep you up to date?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputina (145)}} has posed:'''     "That's alright. I'm not in a hurry", Illyana answers. Idly, she flips over the card to look at the rates. She doesn't deal with dollars a lot. In Limbo, there's no real economy, but she's confident she can use her resources from Limbo to generate whatever she needs to acquire the talisman. And for paying Dresden himself, well, she does have /some/ money she can work with. "You can reach me at this number", she says, reaching into her pocket and passing over a slip of paper to Dresden. "If I'm not there, just leave a message. I don't always get acceptable service." She smiles and stands, taking a last swallow of her beer. "I was nice to meet you, Mr. Dresden." 
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13325/Casualties

2021-05-18T20:21:50Z

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|Location=Bellevue Hospital - Lower Manhattan
|Synopsis=Shang-Chi brings some injured thugs to Sandy in the emergency room
|Cast of Characters=7087,9635
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7087|Shang-Chi (7087)}} has posed:''' A particular gang of ruffians thought they'd shake down a local hot dog vendor and get some free dogs. They pushed him around, squirted condiments on him, and basically had every intention of making off with free food. Unfortunately for them, they did this while Shang-Chi was in the nearby park. Twenty minutes later, the ambulances arrive at the hospital, carrying five men with various broken bones and at least two concussions. Shang-Chi has ridden along, wearing a simple white t-shirt and black pants, his slippered feet landing down first as he helps them get one of the toughs now. "I think you should regain all movement in your arm, young man. Perhaps think about your actions in the future - and their consequences." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' Heading out to meet the ambulence is Sandra Billings, otherwise known to the streets as 'Sandy'. That's how gangster she is. Technically, only the barista at Starbucks calls her Sandy. No one else really konws who she is. The plumply rounded woman with the thick brown hair is holding a clipboard as she looks at the injured men being taken off, then lifts her brows upwards. "Again, Mister Chi?" She says as she gives a slow blink of her eyes, followed by giving the men a glance over as she taps her pen against the clipboard. She is at least on good terms with the street heroes, having worked with Daredevil and Luke Cage on a number of ocassions. She is starting to put faces to names. "What did these guys do to deserve this?" She loves superhero stories. They're so entertaining and she gets a chance to dish gossip in the breakrooms afterwards. "Name?" She says to the first one, who gives a grumbly answer that she scribbles down. "Pretty sure your arm isn't supposed to bend that way, 'Ant'." 

:'''{{#var:7087|Shang-Chi (7087)}} has posed:''' Shang-Chi allows the attendants and the nurse to do their business, saying a bit off to the side. "They were tormenting a local businessman. I believe his name is Shep. He has a hot dog cart. They were taking his processed meats for themselves. I do not partake of meat myself, but they were cruel and injust. However, I did respond perhaps more violently than I had intended. A failure of my own discipline." He's obviously disappointed in himself, but he looks quite calm overall and certainly not a scratch on him. "The breaks should at least be clean. They will all, I believe, recover fully." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "I wouldn't worry about it. It's cruel and unjust to destroy hotdogs. They're delicious." Sandy says as he gives a glower to 'Ant' as the man gives her a defiant look. She pokes him in the nose with her pen, then moves on to the next person as she scribbles down notes, letting him get lead off by one of the doctors. "I know Shep. Why are you guys messing with Shep for? You know he's a single dad with two kids and his wife passed away from leukemia two years ago? I had to hold his hand through the whole ordeal. It was /terrible/. You boys should be ashamed." As she speaks, she narrows her eyes and the men's reaction move from smug to shock. They glance at each other a bit nervously now, followed by a couple of muttering apologies. Her eyes roll upwards and to the side once the last man is processed and wheeled off in a chair since his leg was broken. Once he's inside, she gives a glance over to Shang Chi, giving a slight snort of amusement. "I made that shit up. I never met the guy. But, he's okay, right? This Shep fellow?" 

:'''{{#var:7087|Shang-Chi (7087)}} has posed:''' Shang-Chi nods promptly, "Yes, I believe Shep is an 'okay' guy. I do not know his biography, but he seems pleasant and I have seen him feeding his stale buns to the ducks in the park. I have told him that is not necessarily healthy for them, but I believe it shows a good spirit and I don't believe he will listen to me anyway. Luckily, I was able to intervene before anything but his wardrobe was harmed. He will have a hard time getting out those mustard stains. I told him where to find a good laundry in Chinatown. My treat." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "Oh, yes, ducks and bread is not a good combination. Well, as long as the ducks don't eat a lot of it. They just can't maintain a total diet on yeast based substances. Fruits though are a lot better, but people don't walk around with a pocketful of grapes these days." Sandy says as she continues to scribble down some notes on the patient records, then taps her radio. "Sandy to command, I'm taking a fifteen. Those five handsome men that are being booked attacked a street vendor. They can get Advils, not the good stuff." She hears a 'roger' in return, quietly cackling to herself. The night nurses tend to be a bit more spiteful than the morning crews. They are the ones stuck working into the early morning hours, and thus, have to deal with the drunks and dickheads. "That's really nice of you by the way. You and Mister Cage do a lot of great work for our community. I got a treat for you!" She says as she digs into her pocket beneath her scrubs, then pulls out her wallet. After opening it, she hands out a gift card to him. It's for a coffee shop, a small one, family owned. "Here you go, sugar. Ask for Jamie. She's my galpal. Tell her Sandy sent you." 

:'''{{#var:7087|Shang-Chi (7087)}} has posed:''' Shang-Chi smiles, "I do not consume caffeine, but perhaps they have something I will like," he says with a smile. "I appreciate the gesture greatly. I do not enjoy administering violence. These young men are merely wayward, not evil," he sighs. "Perhaps the bit of pain I have given them today will awaken something within them. Perhaps not. The wheel turns as it will." "It has been nice to meet you, Sandy. I hope that I will not have too many more casualties to bring to you, but I do not always have control over such things. My spirit is compelled to intervene, at times, even if my wiser mind says otherwise." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "They have amazing bagel sandwiches. Also, keep them coming. It's job security for me and I like it when bad guys get a fist or a foot in the mouth. It's the only way people like this learn. Bullies will keep bullying until someone bigger gives them a beating. They just need to be humbled in life." Sandy says as she reaches into her pocket to pull out a stick of gum and pops it in her mouth. "It's also been awhile since I've seen the Los Vatos in here, so if you get bored and want to hang out near the docks, that is where they sell drugs like tic-tacks. I've had quite a few patients stumble in here that have OD'd on their budget smack. They don't even bother making the good stuff, they just do it on the cheap. It has a higher dependence rate and a higher body count, especially for those with pre-existing conditions." As always, she has a nose to the streets when it comes to some of these angles and has been known to tuck a few tid-bits in the Devil's back pocket through her friend Claire. 

:'''{{#var:7087|Shang-Chi (7087)}} has posed:''' Shang-Chi shakes his head, "That is very terrible indeed. I am troubled both by the cutthroat tactics of the criminals and the sense of despair that drives so many to seek refuge in intoxicants. My father had extensive investments in opium and heroin - less extensive after I was through. I saw so much misery hidden beneath the veil of the poppy." "I do not know that a beating is always the best solution to such things. BUt neither can I stand by and let helpless people be harmed. It is, as most everything is, a paradox." 

:'''{{#var:9635|Sandra Billings (9635)}} has posed:''' "It is terrible. It's worse than beating up street vendors. When people get hooked on that stuff, their lives are ruined pretty much forever. Even if they go through therapy, there is always that itch in the back of your head, demanding more. It's how I am with brownies. I tell you, you put a plate of homemade brownies in front of me, especially chocolate mayo brownies, I will murder anyone who gets in between me and that plate." Sandy gives the pen a spin around her knuckles, then gives a glance over to the radio as it starts to squawk loudly and franctic. "Shit, I gotta go. Got ourselves a bleeder." She says as she salutes him with the pen across her brow, then turns as she starts for the doors. "See you later, Iron Foot!" She calls over her shoulder to him. She obviously knows he's not Iron Fist, but she figures he does more kicking than punching. 
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13322/A Friend's Concern

2021-05-18T16:16:54Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/05/18
|Location=Ororo's Attic - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Rogue goes to Storm for more answers about recent events...and leaves with more questions!
|Cast of Characters=16,56
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Yesterday was interesting and for several reasons. This morning, Rogue is seeking more answers to questions she still has, and since Rosie had mentioned Storm, the Detention Staffer figures the only person who can give insight is the teacher herself. Up to the attic goes Rogue and once outside Storm's door she lifts her hand and gives a few solid knocks. "Hey Storm? You alive?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' When a large space is inhabited of your choosing; there are amentities that you're able to sneak past most of the students who'd try to tinker with it if they could. This includes a hot plate, as well as an electrical tea kettle that costed way too much for what it did. Boil hot water. That was literally it. But in this case, the tea-kettle had ran its course, for it was still on with no water to boil. No tea had been boiled, in fact, nothing consumed in close to three days. Save for plants and probably dandelion root. But, whatever! The door was opened sharply, Ororo looked much like herself but a little suspicious. It was rare for her to have visitors to her room because she's usually out. There was no snappage of words, just a step back and a door pulled open further to allow Anna entrance. "For now." She quips, a clear joke. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I mean, isn't that the nature of most of us..." Rogue would say all, but she knows that to be a falsehood. The other woman is regarded a moment as Rogue steps into the attic room, giving it a look around before turning to face Storm directly. "I don't think I've ever actually been inside this room. Passed it enough times on my way to the roof...always wondered what kind of digs you had up here." She chuckles, but it's short lived, and then she takes a breath. "I'll get to the point. Cause I know you can be busy. But managed to find Rosie yesterday. Bring her back home. Poor girl's frightened. Thinks we'll all consider her evil and kill her for...well.." A pause. "What...exactly happened? She mentioned you takin' the kids on an outing...and she likely killed someone?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' Ororo leaves the door open, but she puts considerable space in between her and Rogue. In order to keep busy, she moves towards the electric tea-kettle, shutting it off before it shorts out the entire mansion, then moves about in attempts to clean up where she could. Clothes were on the floor, per usual. Papers littered upon the desk, odd drawings and the like were scattered and soon flipped over so that no one else could see. "You do know that you're welcome to walk in any time. I would like to say the home is for all within reason." She grins, now leaning upon her desk. Her arms were folded, not defensively, but just a lack of what to do with them. But she does listen, and frowns. She had forgotten about Rosie! All the more reason for her to be on leave.. "I.. don't know." Ororo confesses, possibly the first time she had spoken about it to another person. "What I -can- remember, I instructed the kids to find a trinket for their project. I went to browse.." She shakes her head. "..then next thing I know, I get a call from Jeremy and it was a mess." She inhales, then slowly lets out a breath. "She didn't kill anyone. They were just hurt really bad. Josh came by and healed her, she's right as rain. Jeremy dealt with.. oh.. Jeremy.." She had forgotten about him too... 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Well, I know that now. Guess I ain't ever wanted to be a bother to you, Storm." Rogue confesses this much as she looks around, taking in the state of the room. She also notes the sort of distance that's being kept from between her and Ororo - and while she doesn't know the real reason for it, she's keeping it in mind. As the other woman explains things, she raises a brow. "You...don't remember? Did something happen to you while you were out with the kids?" Funny, she doesn't remember reading any reports, but then she could be a little behind and not realize it. "Well, I'm glad no one died... but Rosie's all out of sorts. I'm going to see if she'll let Hank take a look over her, cause she took some wounds while she was...out losing herself." Best way Rogue could really explain it. When Ororo mentions Jeremy, Rogue's interest is further piqued. "What about Jeremy? Something happen with him too?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' "I.. don't know." She truly didn't. "One moment, I'm at a stall, and the next.." Well, the story was there. "I went to our nurses to at least see if there was any reason I would miss that important chunk of time. To look for defects or any mystical leanings as to why I was unawares. I even plan to go to Henry, but if our ladies and gents couldn't find anything, I am unsure if he would." Her lips purses, then she nods. "Jeremy shorted himself out erasing everything at my instruction. I forgot all about him until this moment. Odd." Though, at least Rosie was fine, she was the one most upset. Strange thing is, Ororo did not know why or even asked what had happened. "But she's home, yes?" Ororo confirms. "I would like to know the status. The status of both of the students, though I am afraid that since I am on medical leave I am not privvy to such information." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue frowns a little and worries on her lower lip a moment while listening to Storm explain things. "That's concerning. I'm sure Hank might be able to help you though...or maybe even Jean?" She could poke Storm's mind and maybe figure something out right? A hand lifts to rub at the back of Rogue's neck a moment. "Yeah. Rosie's home. Jeremy seemed fine yesterday for the brief moment I saw him. I gifted him a kitten I found abandoned in Hell's Kitchen. I know sometimes animals can help people with..." She wiggles her fingers around her head and then shrugs. "I plan on going to talk to Rosie this morning since she's had a night to sleep things off a bit more. I can talk to Jeremy too I suppose. Just make sure everyone is doing okay. I may be doing stuff a bit above my pay grade though. I'm just concerned. And, like I said, I'mma try to convince Rosie to talk to Hank too." A breath and then she tilts her head. "Medical leave? Well...you know as much as I can tell you, and that's just all I know right now. I don't wanna upset you with anything though...so I hope I didn't. We'll figure it all out, Storm. It's what we do best, yeah?" Then she smiles. "Can I bring you anything?" 

:'''{{#var:56|Ororo Munroe (56)}} has posed:''' Ororo promptly shakes her head. "Not necessary. I'll be seeing Charles for more lessons on guided meditation. I will speak to him then." No she wouldn't. But there was relief there, she had forgotten all about the students and it seems, or she hears that they were relatively taken care of. Her head slowly leans to the side now, unconsciously picking a spot upon the floor to stare into.. "Huh?" Ororo shakes her head, her expression changed. "No no no. I'm fine. Actually.." She turns upon her desk, pushing the papers aside to draw out a manilla folder. "..deliver the lesson plan to Dr. Robinson? They do not have to worry about the results of the field trip, that idea is scrapped for now. But the children are due for tests soon, this will guide Dr. Robinson on what's to come." She approaches Rogue to offer up the folder, then smiles. "I'm going for a run." 
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13320/A Quizzical Affair

2021-05-18T10:53:07Z

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|Location=Outside Rochester
|Synopsis=Rogue returns to question Sinister, and gets an offer she may not be able to refuse.
|Cast of Characters=16,231
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' After getting Rosie back to Xavier's safe and sound - or as safe as she could ensure Rosie is, there were questions on Rogue's mind. Questions that could only be answered by one person, and this is likely one time she's happy that she can fly as fast as she can sometimes. It takes her next to nothing to get back from where she found Rosie, and since she knows where she's going now, she's soon walking back downstairs to where she found Rosie and Sinister. Intent on finding tall, dark and handsome. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister is there, not having decided to pack up and leave just yet. He's sat on an old and overstuffed couch, legs crossed, back to the door, watching the news as he was when she left. In the corner of the room, is a fridge, which is likely powered by the generator. It opens of its own accord, a bunch of medical vials in there along with some apples and oranges. An apple and a hunk of cheese lift out and float over, the door shutting behind them. "Cheese and apple is a combination that I find vastly under-rated. Add a little pickle in and it's a sensory delight." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue continues forward until she's standing next to the chair where Sinister sits. Watching the food float towards him, hearing his comment on such, and she gives a scoff. "To each their own, I suppose." This much given, her eyes look at the television, though she's not interested in what he's watching. "You're the one I met one night above the forest a couple weeks ago..." She states it. Like it's obvious. "...How did you find Rosie?" 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "I could hear her screaming mind," Sinister replies. "And followed the trail of destruction that she left in her wake. THe girl was full of the fear of god, poor thing." He looks up at her with a small smile at the edge of his lips. "I am. I wondered when you would recognize me, Rogue." He sniffs, gesturing at the apple, which slices without a knife, cores, peels apart. The cheese does likewise and he takes a slice of each to nibble upon, as if it were a high class hors d'oeuvre. "Mmmm. I did question why she seemed to think that her mentors and school teachers would want her dead. The girl needed to cool off, I think." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I'm fairly certain I recognized you the moment I saw you...just...my priorities were a bit linear." Rogue says this and then shakes her head. "I...don't have to imagine the fear she must have been feeling. I've had it myself. It's why I let her know a part of my past." She offers. "Figured if Rosie knew that...if she knew that despite that I was still among the X-Men...it would lessen her fear." She reaches to take a slice of apple and cheese for herself. "Was she injured when you found her?" 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "Yes. Her flight was a little erratic. I did nothing to harm her, and patched her up a little. She was exhausted," Sinister considers the apple-cheese, smiles at it and bites another little nugget off. "She slept like a babe and then didn't want to go. I gave her the option, you know. It's a rather novel experience, for me." He looks up at her then, cocks his head just so and pats the couch beside himself. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Then please accept my thanks...I am glad she was found and mended." Rogue says as she watches him a moment and then moves to actually come around and sits on the couch aside Sinister. She takes a bite of the apple and cheese, breathing in gently. "If I had been given such an option in my past, among company that was actually treating me decently among such fears, I'm not sure I would have left either. I get where she was coming from...but I know that the school is where she needs to be. To face that fear and turn it into a falsehood." A smirk. "And I'm sure it was an interesting experience for you. Do you feel...mmn...vindicated?" 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "Vindicated? An odd choice of words. No, pleasantly surprised--" He gestures up the stairs, toward the impact crater outside. Sinister seems pleased by that memory. "She has quite the potent ability, if uncontrolled and unaware of the whole of her potential. She could quite easily dive to the very bottom of the marianas trench, or fly to the moon, provided she realized how. She demonstrated on myself and shot me up about a mile in a couple of seconds. Unfortunately, I'm not quite that easy to set into terminal velocity and out into space." He looks up at the ceiling and back down then. "You are quite welcome, I believe." He pauses for a moment, then looks at the fridge again. It opens, spreading pickle of a chutney kind floats out, uncorks and hovers in the air. "Try the apple and cheese with the chutney. I promise you'll be pleasantly surprised." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue takes a slow breath. "I think it's going to be a bit tougher now since she's had such an awful experience with her powers. She'll likely be frightened of herself..." A thing which hits so close to Rogue, and she looks down at her gloved hands, remembers she's in a full body suit. "You know...sometimes I feel like I should have wished for something different that night...if I had taken a moment longer to think about it.." The jar of chutney floats over then and Rogue creates a bite with all three. "Mmn...this is...quite delicious." 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "I suppose I am fortunate, in many respects. TO me, the fear of using my gifts has never once outweighed the need to master them. She might surprise you in that respect, falling by the side of knowledge is power, for fear is the mindkiller." Sinister looks at her profile, watches her munch his odd little snack and its surprising delight. "What would you have wished for, if you had thought about it for longer than the passing of a star?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "She might. I hope she does. She has so much potential and is a really bright student." Rogue offers this much, and gives a nod of her head to the rest that Sinister says. Another bite of the treat is taken and she licks her lips to rid them of a bit of excess which lingers. "...To be able to control my powers. I can control the powers I took from another...but I can't control my own. I feel like I should be able to...it just doesn't happen." 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister reaches forward with his bare finger, aiming to boop her on the nose, fearless of that contact. He doesn't though, at the last minute. "That's ignominious. I apologize. I have had too much in the way of social culture of late, which I suppose I ought to find deplorable. What is so funny about cats?" He asks this with a spread of hands, shaking his head. "And the prevalence of memes. I suppose a picture paints a thousand words, but the art of being able to paint -with- words has become lost." He finishes his treat, then muses. "I could take a look at what is going on in that lovely head of yours, if you wish. I may even find answers." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue raises a brow and then shrugs. "I don't know what that means, but alright." The man uses big words, and Rogue is such a small minded southern girl. None the less, when he asks whats so funny about cats, she just chuckles. "They're just aloof animals, and sometimes they do crazy things. Like underestimate jumps. It's comical." Then he's asking about memes and she just shakes her head. To explain memes would take...a while...and there's probably a meme about explaining memes that'd make it easier. His last words, that offer, has her pausing a moment. Does she dare? Finishing her own treat, she does at least one thing a bit out of character. Removing the glove of her hand closer to him, she holds it out for him to take, if he desires. "Just a look inside? You won't fuck with anything?" 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "Ahh, I suppose so. Seeing the graceful and the high and mighty fall flat," Sinister chuckles dryly at that, glancing at the hand proffered, gloveless. He looks up at her, then reaches for the underside, raising it up without a single tiny twitch of power transferrence occuring and kisses her knuckles lightly. He then squeezes the digits, looking into her eyes. "And whyever would you think that I would do such a thing as that?" he asks, nigh retorically. "Fucking with minds is less appealling than you think it would be," -- and there is a fuzzy sensation then, a tickle, a poke, a strange hand-a-freezie-too-quick moment of brain numbness but that is all, like a presence swept over and through at high speed. Not painful, just strange. That he's telepathic is a given, but it seems this man is a /strong/ telepath. "Hmm. Superficially speaking? There is no obvious reason raising its merry head. I would have to reach deep, to find the cause. Your friends, well, they don't always play with thier full playbook, because minds are tricky and delicate things. If you wish, I will help you investigate. Think on it." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' It's still a very strange thing that they can touch and there's nothing. It's led her to some long nights of wishing it were that way all the time, and the occasional thought of running into him again. Now here she is, and further, she's delving more about herself on top of inquiring about what happened between him and Rosie. She pulls her hand back after a moment and pulls her glove back on. That tingle to her brain when he brushes over it causes her pause but only for that brief moment. "Well, at least it's not a superficial thing I suppose... and I... I will think on it. Yes." Then she stands, because she fears the more she lingers, the more comfortable she'll feel and something tells her that might be a bad thing before it does her any good. "I...I'll think on it. I'll find a way to contact you." Well, she remembers how he told her that one time. When he said he could be her secret. Does this count? Her running back to him because she knew where he was. "Yes. Anyway...I should go.." And does she go... in fact...it may be a wonder if she was ever there to begin with. 
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13318/Hello, Exterminator

2021-05-18T04:11:11Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' It's a spring evening on the east coast, which means rain. A solid storm, in fact, though more a steady downpour and fitful thunder than lightning and wind. It's the kind of night most people stay in and enjoy pizza and Netflix. Even heroes (or fringe heroes) keep to cover on nights like this, though there's no hot delivery pizza to be found in the Holy Ghost. It's a canned soup and crackers kind of night, but it's a good night for it. Not that Cloak eats, but he does know how to string a tarp. He's adjusting one that's over their cache of supplies to ward off a worsening leak through the roof, with the supplies in question already up off the floor on an old broken pallet and some milk crates. "If the roof gets any worse, we may need to find another place. Certainly by next winter. It'll be too cold here for you even with heaters." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "The roof will hold. It's held for hundreds of years." Tandy says, dressed in a pair of slim jeans and a baggy Xavier sweater that hangs off one shoulder. Her hair is as bit damp and pulled up behind her into a thick blonde pony tail. "It can last another rainstorm." She tries to help where she can, though it is clear that Tyrone knows what he is doing, and the once rich girl has no clue what to do with her hands. She is glowing though, if anything to give her partner enough sight to see what he is doing. "The X-Men have invited us again, to live with them." She says softly. "I told them no, again." 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' It's a lousy night for patrolling and with most of the criminals hanging out inside Spider-Man has opted to take a little break from web slinging to check in on some friends. Swinging through Hell's Kitchen, the wall crawler makes his way towards the Holy Ghost so he can see if he can't track down Cloak and Dagger. Arriving at the church he slips in the back and makes his way into the church proper, lifting his hand in a wave towards the pair already present, "Hey guys! Mind if I take a break from getting soaked for a few?" He lifts his chin and asks, "How have you two been? Any more news on those kids that keep getting kidnapped?" 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' The rain does not bother Venom, he is warm and toasty, generating his own body heat. His webbing works fine in the rain. He can see in the rain. Rain doesn't affect him, beyond the surface level inconveniences. The bigger issue is that the criminal element do not like it, and go indoors. Very few crimes are committed in the rain, and the ones that are, will be spread out over such a large area, that they are almost impossible to find. So, after having swung through the city at length, Venom decides to take some comfort in a church. Eddie liked churches. He had been religious before the bonding, and he met his other in a church, not unlike the one he found himself. Accessing it via a hole in the roof, he moved along the rafters. From his perch up high, the symbiote intoned in his head, 'Eddie, why do we not go and say high? They have food. They may have chocolate too. I want chocolate. And tater tots. And ooh, a chocolate covered taco.' Eddie had to communicate verbally to his other half, so he whispered up there, "we can't just drop in on them. We should find another place to wait out the rain." Even though he was trying to keep quiet, the acoustics in this place may have hampered his stealthy efforts. Hopefully the sound of the rain would muffle it. And then they saw him. The symbiote practically yelled in Eddie's head, 'SPIDER-MAN!' So loud that Venom had to bring a hand to his ear, or where his ear would be under the suit. Eddie replied back, still whispering, "Not so loud. We promised not to kill him." The symbiote replies, sounding like an angry child, 'But Eddie!' 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' You know who don't particularly mind the rain? Ninjas. Danny was following up a lead on some missing artifacts, ran into a batch of Hand ninjas. Turns out they weren't impressed by his titles, and he had to fight. It was an amazing fight, but he did take a knock or two, and in the end, the ninjas swallowed poison instead of answering questions. "Damn ninjas," he mutters under his breath for about the tenth time since slipping from that warehouse He honestly doesn't know where he's even going at first, just ends up in front of the church. He frowns at the state of it, especially in the rain, idly starts wondering if he might just get the building fixed up for the duo since they didn't seem interested in his offer. He approaches the door and does the polite thing and knocks. Even says "Candygram" after the second or third knock. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' "You're not made of limestone." Cloak retorts to Dagger as he looks to her over one shoulder and past the edge of his hood. "...you should go. Or, at least accept their offer of an apartment. I don't /like/ relying on handouts. I don't, but at least you will be in a safer place than here." There's no mention of what he will do, however. The rustle of motion and creaking doors draws his attention away. "Spider-Man." Is his simple greeting, lacking in the borderline hostility it has in the past. He must be getting used to the red-and-blue hero's presence. "There's plenty of room. I can't promise it's all dry. ...I haven't heard anything of note, not enough to follow up on yet." There's something else creeping around above them. In his rafters, even. But Cloak does not have superhuman senses to hear the whispers above the rain. Nor can he hear the approach of another man outside in the storm, but he does hear the knock and swings his shrouded head to look that way. "...busy night." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "There is no place safe for us, Cloak. You know that. Fate has chosen our path and it's led us to here. These streets and this church. I wouldn't feel right to take from them, even in good faith." Dagger says as she shrugs her shoulders. "But at least the supplies go towards me eating and keeping warm. Lucky for you, you don't need anything but my light." As her hands glow, she sends out a shard towards the swirling dark, a snack to tide the monster over. At the sound of Spider-Man's voice, she glances over to their friend and gives him a smile. She brushes some blonde hair back behind her ear that is loose from her ponytail. "Hey Web Head. We have a few leads, yes. Just waiting for the rain to settle before we go back out. So far, no kids are missing that we now of, but we have a lead on a gang that is planning a trip through Mutant Town." She gives a visible frown, then glances over at the door and the voice. "It's Iron Fist. Come in!" She calls, her voice echoing through the church. 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' "Lets hope they've given up on crime and turned to a life of charity," Spidey says to Cloak with a nod. "Though I doubt it. Probably just making their next plans. Crooks like them don't seem like the type to give up easily." His head turns when he hears the knock, "You two are getting popular, aren't you? Your fan club growing?" Looking at Dagger he says, "Let me know when they start to move and I'll swing by and make sure things are safe down there. At least as safe as they can be." Then he turns back towards the door, "Iron Fist! I love that movie. Big fan of RZA." 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' If it had not been for the appearance of Spider-Man, Venom would have left. They didn't like to intrude or listen in on conversations, but where Spider-Man was concerned, their interest was considerably heightened. With a thwip, they would lower themselves down, not coming into peripheral vision yet, but closer, and overheard Dagger talking about kids that might be missing, or at least a gang planning on kidnapping them. 'Eddie, Eddie, we need to track down this gang of mutant kidnappers, and we will beat them, and then we will eat them.' The symbiote sounded so pleased at its idea. But Eddie was, "shh, maybe, we'll see," still trying to whisper. The symbiote continued to press, 'See! Spider-Man makes light of kidnappers. Can we kill him? Please, pretty please with chocolate fudge on top?' Eddie waved his hand while still lowering and dangling from the thread, trying to get the symbiote to stop talking in his head over them. And then, with another extension of the line, Venom drops down into the middle of the assembled group, toothily grinning as they said, "If we sign up for your fan club, do we still get the football phone?" He likely startled them, Spider-Man especially, as the wallcrawler isn't used to people being able to get so close without his spider-sense going off. 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' Danny enters, as Dagger invites him in. He moves a few steps in, eyes closing briefly and a confused sort of expression on his face. He glances around, and up, in thought, but apparently doesn't get a bead on what he was looking for. "Oh, didn't know you had company," he says, keeping himself in a pose that to most seems relaxed, but is really on guard. He's dressed in his usual green and yellow outfit, the mask and the dim light hiding the shiner he just got (Again, you should see the other guy). "Um, hey, Spider-man. Big fan of the way you stop crime." He'd say more but then Venom drops down. Those previously relaxed muscles tense again, and he hops back a step or two. "Friend of yours?" he asks Spider-man. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Cloak can handle Spider-Man, even if he did briefly eat him. He can suffer some of the Avengers, and did try to eat them too. Iron Fist hasn't had the pleasure, though with Dagger knowing him he doesn't seem apt to lash out. The same courtesy is not extended to Venom. Cloak sees motion, a hulking figure drop in between them, and a whole lot of teeth. So he does what any man does when a monster drops into his home. He tries to remove the invader from existence. There's not a hi, or an expletive, or a mutter from Cloak. Just a sharp growl and the rush of fabric as the shroud he wears is thrown wide. Then he's lunging right at Venom with clear intent for a bear hug train to the Dark Dimension. 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' When the black and white creature drops down from the ceiling, Dagger lets out a loud noise of surprise, moving almost instinctively and immediately along with her partner. He lunges fron one angle as her fists flare upwards into a bright concussive force of light that she erupts towards the creature from another. It's going to 'burn' quite a bit, looking to force him forward and into the dark. She backpeddles in step, her eyes glowing as a cresent moon blazes over one eye from beneath the veil of thick blonde hair. "Holy shit! What is that!?" It looks like Spidey, but it's not. The church now has become a lit star, the shadows having melted away behind her blast radius. 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' When Venom appears in their midst Spider-Man instinctively does a backflip to make room for maneuvering. "Whoa, Venom! You and I have an agreement. I don't stop you from... crime fighting and you don't keep on trying to eat me!" Then he sees Cloak moving and lets out an "Oh snap!" Iron Fist is given a warning, "Watch out, he's got webs like mine. And he's strong. And fast. And eats people." Well, Cloak eats people, but he's not holding that against him. 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' Unlike Spider-Man, Venom does not have a spider-sense per say. What he does have is omni-directional vision. He can see from all angles of his body, with the symbiote sending anything of interest to Eddie, so that he isn't too confused, and sometimes the symbiote simply takes control of their shared body when it doesn't have time to send the signal, as it does now. Venom thwips, shooting out a second webline, which pulls him in like a bungee cord springing back after being pulled taught, enabling him to evade the fabric that sought to enshroud him, though he does sizzle a bit from the heat of Dagger's concussive force of light, "It is Venom," he says, "and it doesn't need the football phone if it's going to be this much trouble." Despite having been attacked twice, Venom made no move to return the attacks. They just moved away, landing on the wall, near the stained glass window, looking very relaxed, actually. While their feet are stuck to the wall, knees bent, body sort of up, almost like it was kneeling on an unseen sheet of glass, "We haven't tried to eat you. You're all carbs. Now, are you going to continue to attack us, or are we going to deal with this gang of kidnappers?" Yes, Venom was the most rational one in the room, maybe tied with Iron Fist. Go figure. 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' With the burst of action, Iron Fist hops back a few more steps, making some room between him and the C&D express that tried to de-venom Venom. His eyes narrow behind the mask, partially watching the possible-foe, and partially because Dagger is basically an angst powered floodlight. The attack doesn't come, though. Instead, sense is spoken. It doesn't take but a moment more before he relaxes his fist, which actually had a gold glow around it, as he had charged up on instinct alone. "Dagger, Enemy of my enemy and all that, but its your call, guy's in your house uninvited." Of course he says all that in the annoying 'teaching moment' sort of voice. 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Cloak is fast, but so is Venom, and Cloak lacks that alien reflex and built-in partner. He misses and there's the sharp snap of striped fabric coming closed like the jaws of a beast. An unfulfilled beast. There's a low snarl from Cloak as he rounds to track Venom's retreat and his teeth are bright white against shadow-covered dark skin. "I don't give a fuck about a phone." He snaps as he straightens up, his scowl only briefly angled towards Spider-Man and Iron Fist as they voice their recognition of the intruder. As no attack is forthcoming, the shadowman turns to stare back up at Venom. "And I ain't no bagel. You got ten seconds to tell me why I let you stain my wall, let alone trust you to come on a run with us." "Ten..." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' Moving swiftly, Dagger tracks the beast through the church, then flings foward a blade of light, one that THUNKS right into the wall next to Venom's head, burying deep. The heat of the light radiates off it, enough to warm his cheek. Her eyes narrow some, her knees bent and bouncing as she forms another knife in her palm. "You want .. to help the kids?" She says, her voice trailing off, then gives a glance over to Iron Fist and Spider-Man, her brows lifting upwards. She gives a pause, then reaches out with her hand to grab Cloak's. ".. Really? You would side with us?" 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' "Well, Venom's not the worst guy out there," Spider-Man says as he watches his former foe cling to the wall. "So far he hasn't broken our agreement, so he might be an asset to us next time we go up against those guys." The red and blue suited hero paces slightly as he thinks, wondering if it might be such a good idea to have the symbiote on their side, eventually shrugging, "I mean, as long as he's taking down the right people then we might as well point him in the right direction." Was that so hard to say, Spidey? 

:'''{{#var:1425|Venom (1425)}} has posed:''' "Tsk, tsk, you should watch your language! There are Spider-Boys present." Venom said as Cloak seemed to be growing quite agitated, and was now making threats, complete with a countdown clock. Dagger was getting in on the act, sending a heated blade of light dangerously close to Venom's head. The symbiote actually pulled away from the heat, exposing what looked to be human flesh underneath, a Caucasian, and practically chiselled out of marble. He would send out another line of webbing, this one towards the rafters, and begin to climb up, wanting to get away from the heat source, and the promise of more. Despite Spider-Man's half-hearted defense, Venom wasn't taking any chances with how Cloak and Dagger had reacted. "We will save the children, while you enjoy your soup and crackers." He was scurrying now, trying to get away and out of the path of destruction, reaching the hole in the roof that he had first come through. He disappeared through it, then re-appeared, head only, "try not to burn down the church. We don't take kindly to that." And then he disappeared back into the rain. 

:'''{{#var:17|Iron Fist (17)}} has posed:''' "Well," Danny says, watching Venom crawl off. "You guys sure do know some interesting people." He glances to Cloak a moment, having meant to introduce himself at some point, seems things keep coming up. For now, he glances as the Duo and Spider-man. "Think that guy can be trusted?" he asks. "Or...guys?" 

:'''{{#var:9571|Tyrone Johnson (9571)}} has posed:''' Denied again. Cloak's darkening scowl could almost be a pout if a hungry crocodile could make that kind of face. Instead it's just bared teeth and an almost subsonic grumble. "None of this shit'll burn with this rain." He grouches as Venom disappears back into the night. "Even if I wanted. The gangs ain't going to move on a night like this. Not enough people out and about to hide the activity. That guy? I don't trust him as far as I could throw him. But I've lived longer extending that to just about everyone." "You know him." Cloak states to Spider-Man. "But I ain't just telling him to go do my work. Nuh-uh. If he can pull his weight and do the job, fine, but he's your problem if he steps out of line." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' As the light fades away, the church is once more bathed in darkness as Dagger drops her arms down. She wraps her arms around herself into a bit of a hug. "Venom. I've heard of him. God, what a monster." She breathes out as she rubs at her arms a bit, trying to ease down the goosebumps. She stares up at the ceiling from where he disappeared, then back towards Danny and Spider-Man. "I am not afraid to ally with those that make me uncomfortable if the results are good. At least I won't have to worry about my soul for a change." She starts off for the back of the church, letting out a sigh. "I need soem fresh air, gonna take a walk. I'll catch up with you guys later." She calls over. 'Tomorrow for lunch." 

:'''{{#var:4|Spider-Man (4)}} has posed:''' "I don't trust him, but if we work with him and he doesn't play by the rules I should be able to keep him in line," Spider-Man says. That 'should' is a big thing, though. He looks between the other two that are still there and says, "I've got an agreement with him that he's stuck to. If we work that out in the future we might be able to strike up a working relationship." Then he shrugs, "Just tough to know what to do right now, though. I've got to think about it." He heads towards the back door, "I'll talk to you later. Hopefully for lunch tomorrow." 
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13210/X-Force!

2021-05-18T03:18:56Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     Harry's no stranger to what goes on around Westchester. He's a man who has lived a good life in the New York satellite city, seen many things with everything that's happened, and become good friends with no small number of the people who call Xavier's their home in one way or another. He's a good man who doesn't brook too much crazy and in turn Xavier's students have always been a bit protective of him and his. Chances are he knows a good bit of what goes on at least peripherally, but he is also good at turning a blind eye when it's needed.     Such as tonight.     It had started with quiet words shared. Logan had felt the man out and was able to get an agreement. Late Monday night, after the bar had closed and the staff had retired, they left the keys with the Canadian X-Man who in turn let Ms. Braddock know that things were clear, locked down, swept, and clean.     If there was a good time to talk about what they wanted to then it was now. The back door was open, and holding it that way was Wolverine in his blue jeans and white t-shirt. His arms are folded over his broad chest as he gives a nod to those coming by and occasionally he even murmurs, "Inside, on the right. Take a seat." Giving directions to the event room where things are set. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Betsy is already there, having arrived a little earlier. She too was dressed down, wearing blue jeans and a black button-up blouse. Short black bots on her feet. Her hair was down. News of this meeting had circulated amongst the various people who had helped with X-Force on their previous one-time-assignment. It was also mentioned to those who might be interested in such a thing. Of course, the school is a small place. Sometimes word would spread further than intended. She did have a yellow notepad in front of her with a pen laid atop it. Just in case. 

:'''{{#var:1385|Warpath (1385)}} has posed:''' On a good day Jimmy has a tendency to look grim. Right now he looks less than amused and is carrying a pile of something that more or less looks like Wade in his left hand, dangling the broken merc from the ground. He nods to Logan and mutters,"Smelled Wade outside the mansion. He'd managed to hide himself in the shubbery so the kids didn't see him." Points for Wade, he was thinking about the kids. He moves past Logan to head into the meeting area and find a place to deposit Deadpool. 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:'''     "Bullshit Lorns!" Alex exclaims along with a playful shove to the shoulder of his green-haired bestie. "That was YOU, not... no wait, it was me. But that other time? The one in Cabo? That was definitely you dancing on the tables." He's all smiles and chipper. He motions for Lorna to go in before him, "Age before beauty, yeah?" he teases. He shoots a nod in Logan's direction, s'up. "Bouncer looks good on you," he comments. His serious business face doesn't make an appearance until he's inside and settled near Betsy, but even then, there's a hint of a smile threatening. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Making his way into the room dressed in black is Jeremy. The lanky Goth is dressed in a pair of dark black pants with several chains hanging from one hip, a black shirt with a power button logo on the front, and his half leather trench coat. He has a laptop bag slung over one shoulder and padlocked. As he moves slowly, the chains jingle and jangle along his legs to announce himself. His long hair is past his shoulders now, with thin rimmed glasses peeking out from behind a veil of bangs. As he gives a glance to the familiar faces, he slips down into a seat, then starts to work on the padlock on the bag with fingerless gloved fingers, his nails painted dark. Once open, he slips out a thin black laptop and lays it in front of him. Over his left arm his cell phone is holstered in a protective case with the screen flickering green. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''      "You were the one feeding me shots of tequila!" Lorna will reach up to noogie Alex, before she hip bumps him out of her way. "Only maturity wise, am I older, you dork." She mutters, before there's a wink for Logan. "Hello, handsome." Green hair is pulled up in a loose bun, and she's wearing thick heeled black boots with black leggings and a deep green tunic. There's metallic bracelets around her wrists, as you might expect. Oh, those chains of Jeremy's are tempting, and Lorna will smirk mischieviously as she lifts them and makes them chime against one another. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Hanging over a shoulder Deadpool gives a weak wave, though some of the fingers in the gloves are still missing, well they aren't but they are small baby fingers instead of real grown ones as he drops his arm again.. "Rough night.. " he offers thinking about it. He lost the car he was loaned, and would have to go find his weapons... again, but at least he wasn't sent to another plain of existance so he had that going for him. He looks up a bit at Wolverine. "I don't know if I can survive much more save the world stuff.." and grins joking a bit. That thing might not of destroyed everything someone would of got it, but they were the lucky ones called up. He looks around a bit.. "There.. chair's open just don't sit me next to that way too serious lady." he pauses... "She's already here isn't she." and sighs a bit. If he is put down he would flop down in his chair able to sit-upright at least though walking might be difficult for another day. His outfit is torn, burnt, blackened, and the amount of bad things anyone with highened senses would smell would be bad. Thankfully most of it was washed away, but it was a rotten stink like he was rolling around with the dead.. again. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     Warpath gets a solemn nod from the bouncer, the state of Wade is noted yet unremarked. Havok though gets a side-eye but no comment even as he slips his gaze away and toward Lorna as she strolls on by. "Mmmhmm," She gets the first few syllables from him, then he adds, "Inside on the right."     Jeremy though gets a slight flaring of the nostrils, then a nod and a gesture with one shoulder.     A few more moments as people are likely to get settled, then Logan pushes off and away from the door, letting it sloooowly close behind him as he turns and strolls into the room proper. He sets the lock on the back door, and voila, secure Harry's Hideaway. That done he follows his own advice and heads to the room on the right as he slips inside and takes up a place by that archway, arms folded over his chest and his gaze sweeping the room.     Apparently his job tonight isn't the talkative bit of the evening. 

:'''{{#var:1385|Warpath (1385)}} has posed:''' Once Wade is settled in place Jimmy steps back to take up a spot, leaning against the wall to see what things will transpire. He offers a nod to each person that might look his way, but otherwise he is settled in place and mostly motionless and watchful. Nobody keeps him around for his conversational skills. 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:'''     Alex is modeling 'surfer dude beach bum' attire this evening, by the way; loud floral board shorts, a white 'beater' and a half zipped black and pink hoodie that reads: Sally's Surf Shack on the back with a surfboard being bitten in two by a shark. ...and leather flips on his feet. "What the fuck is that SMELL..." he mutters as he gets a good nose full of Wade. "Jesus, have someone dunk you in a bucket of bleach," he suggests when he realizes where that stench is originating. "...or tell them to change your diaper." 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' As everyone arrives, they get a smile of greeting or a few words from Betsy. Until Warpath arrives with Wade in tow. That gets an arch of her brow, especially when she hears his preference for seating. If that wasn't enough, then the stench is picked up. That was not enjoyable to say the least. "I appreciate everyone joining me for this little chat," she started in her posh British accent. "I won't take up too much of your time but I recently talked with Scott a bit about expanding an idea." She looked around to the various people. "A few months back, some of us were given an assignment. To try to stop those mutants during that whole Cure incident." It's an incident to a Brit. They tend to downplay things. It wasn't always the best of ways yet it was theirs. "The idea was that we were some of the members who understood that, at times, peaceful resolution is impossible. That sometimes more..." She paused to consider her words. "Extreme solutions are needed. While we do not take such choices lightly, some of us are the ones who can cross that line when needed without hesitation. We are not without remorse nor do we enjoy it but we understand it." She paused again then picked up the pen, more a nervous movement than because she wanted to make a note. She never even looked at the paper. "We want to expand on that idea. Make X-Force a permanent team. You would still remain X-Men." Her gaze flicks to Deadpool. "If you are already." So he doesn't get ideas he just got a promotion. "But this would be another team apart from Xavier's." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he listens, Jeremy lifts the lid of his laptop, then gives a slow blink as the screen lights up, followed by a couple of camera angles that pop up and feed through the device. He tapped into Harry's security system, just to keep watch, just in case. The parking lot is clear and that causes him to relax a bit. His fingers are steepled together as he leans back into his chair, continuing to glance at the others. Deadpool's scent causes him to scrunch up his face. When he feels his chains jingle, he gives a glance down at his jeans, then over towards Lorna. He give as brief smile, shyly before he glances back at his computer. He gives a slight tilt of his hand as a text screen launches so that he can take subtle notes, in WingDing. He looks towards Havok, offering up a brief smile to the man he helped rescue a few days ago, then over to Warpath to return his nod before he focuses completely on Betsy once more. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:''' "Oh thank the friggin' powers that be." Lorna says softly, a dart of green eyes Alex's way. She told him they would figure something out. Looks like they won't even have to do that. "I know I've only been back a couple days from studying... boring stuff none of you care about, but as far as I know, I'm still an X-woman. But you can /so/ count me in." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool smiles a bit, "Kraken... Or I think it was." he shakes his head, he chuckles, "Good thing I taste as bad as smell, or might not be here." he notes, though who would of though it would all come to that. He shrugs a bit at the though, and snifs under a limp arm as he raises it. Even giving a 'wheew' look with a grin, "Yea.. That is definetly him." he nods to Betsy, "or her.." just grinning to himself for now. He would deal with the things he lost later for now he was here, and started pulling bits of shrubbery out of his costume the best he could manage. "Whats with pretty boy, at least tell me his power is sharper then his wit." and leans back smiling at Havok with a wave. He listens to Psylocke, and nods to her. "Keep in mind I don't know about the before, so are we talking like an operations team?" he asks he wasn't sure where people stood on things, but he was thinking as miitary where there were teams, and breachers, etc. "That would take some equipment, and I don't know if some of us could move with a sixty pounds on his back." he glances back at Havok. Though he then nods to Warpath, then Logan, "We are getting paid for this right? I mean no offince, but you X-Folk ask for a lot of free labor so one needs to ask." he looks back at Psylocke.. "Don't write that down.." remembering she had the pen and paper. "I mean comon people.. I can't be the only one with bills to pay right?" 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     As for Logan he keeps quiet for the most part, likely already heard about this and not inclined to offer any insight yet. Instead he stays there looking from person to person to person, though not looking like he's doing so. More just taking a slow read of the room and scowling rather sharply now and again each time he's forced to realize that Wade exists with that smell.     Eventually, however, as Wade starts going. And talking. And talking more, he'll feel a heavy /THUD/ in the back of his chair and then Logan raises his voice. "Breathe, 'Pool." 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "The thought process is that we are a team apart. Our own base, our own resources. The Professor would not approve and I cannot, in good conscience, use his money to fund such a thing. Thus, it will come out of my pocket." Betsy realizes that Deadpool is right. He wasn't around. "X-Men don't kill. They are more a reactionary force. Peacekeepers in some ways, trying to fight for mutants when they are targeted in some ways. They will fight but they don't cross lines." She focuses on Lorna and Havok as well, since they weren't around at the time. "X-Force are the sword. We are the ones who will go in the shadows and do what must be done. Our activities will potentially be more illegal than simple vigilantism. If a target needs to be removed for the safety of others, that may be a step we will take. It is not first choice. We will do all in our power to avoid. But we also are not ones to back down if that step is needed." She considers. "Think of us as a Black Ops team. Combined with Special Forces. We are not public and will not be. Some will never know we exist outside our own group or those in the X-Men." She gives an almost smile. "As for pay? That is something that we'll have to figure out as well. I just had the idea. The details still need to be hammered out." 

:'''{{#var:1385|Warpath (1385)}} has posed:''' That close to Deadpool for that long, Jimmy is more or less nose blind to the smell. Sure there is a lingering, but not the over load anymore. He listens to what Betsy is suggesting and nods his head slightly,"Makes sense. Everything in the world isn't the black and white some would like it to be." If he notes Logan looking form person to person, he doesn't indicate it. After a moment more of consideration he adds,"I can aid with the funding as well." If anything that makes him more likely to be onboard than anything else he might have said or done. He's not overly rich, but not without resources. He crosses his arms and settles back to holding the wall up. 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:'''     Damned it if Alex isn't dancing a jig... on the inside. Outwardly that grin that was threatening before wins. He nudges Lorna and winks before focusing his attention entirely on Betsy. ...well, almost. He's playing 'footsies' with Lorna under the table they've settled at, but not in the way it sounds! No, it's like thumb wars, but with feet. "Definitely something I can get on board with, like yesterday," he murmurs. He's been very vocal about his stance lately. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''      Lorna will finally have enough, and press the edge of her boot down on bare toes. Just hard enough to not quite hurt, but it's a definite threat. "I can't add to the funding, but the good news is, I don't need to be paid. " Thanks, Dad. She knows Alex is thrilled, and this solves another problem she's been worrying at the short time they've been back. "I totally know who I would nominate for our first strike." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he listens, Jeremy has his head canted to one side in Betsy's direction, while he still has the display in line of sight, reflecting in his glasses. He blows a few strands of hair away from his face, then reaches up to tuck some of it back behind his ear. He gives a nod of his head in confirmation, that yes, he agrees with the mission statement. It's a brief, sharp movement. On his shoulder, his voice comes out in a soft, digital modulated tone from his phone as the screen flickers green. It's designed to be 'comfortable', without any highs or lows. <> As Havok and Lorna speak up with their enthusiasm, he gives a subtle glance in their direction, studying the green haired woman a bit longer for a moment before he looks back towards the others. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' He feels the thump, and looks back confused.. "No its Deadpool..." not seeing Logan is entertained he just smiles, and holds his hands up. He does stay quiet as Psylocke talks he doesn't interupt he tries real hard to hold it back, and nods thinking about all of it. He listens to the other quietly as well before he actually speaks, "Out of pocket.. thats tough.." is all he says falling back to silence again. "It can be done, there are ways to... enhance our purse if your willing to accept it." there was one thing in common with the bad people out there.. They were rich. He sighs, "They don't need it anymore, and the people they steal it from are usually gone already so the goverment ust takes it anyway." though he shrugs glancing at Logan he best keep it short. "Are we just helping mutants? I mean there are some scum out there that could use a visit from.." he looks around a bit, "Well.. us. That are not effecting the mutant kind. What about them?" he nods a bit, "But as long as we are working something out I am down. Surprise or not it isn't often when I am asked." he shakes his head, "Everyone forgets I was part of a team from what I can remember it must of been military. It is all the same to me, and why not aim the right way right?" and shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     For a time, Logan's gaze narrows while he listens to the various responses. He takes a deep breath, holds it, then slowly lets it free in a thoughtful rumble that's at home deep in his chest. His eyes narrow slightly as he looks sidelong toward the other Summers and his gal Friday, but says nothing. Jeremy, however, gets a measure of consideration as he speaks through the cellphone.     Still, for now nothing draws out the power of speech from the Canadian X-Man as he holds up the other side of the wall opposite Warpath with the archway between them.     Until finally, "Think we prolly will keep the focus narrow at first. But as we need more targets, the world will provide." Which has him looking up toward Psylocke as he quirks an eyebrow, seeing if she might agree or not. 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:'''     Alex mouths 'OW!" in Lorna's direction dramatically. Then she's bringing up the topic of a 'first target' and he knows where that's leading. It turns his grin upside down just a little bit. "Second at the very least," he says. "...before they come back for Scott." 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' Hearing the various responses, Betsy's smile does appear. It seems they might be onboard with the idea after all. She focuses on the various comments.To Logan she gives a nod, "I fear you are right. It will be more having to be selective than not having something to deal with." Over to Jimmy, she gives a brief nod his direction. "I appreciate your offer. We'll see how it plays out. I think I should be fine, between my own savings and inheritence." Having been a super model for a time had just added to the money left to her by her parents. Just her portion. She was sure her twin would help if she asked. She just didn't intend to ask. "We may need resources as well. Contacts." To Havok and Lorna. "Just your being part of the team is enough. As for potential targets," Betsy added with a grin. "It can be added to a list." Over to Jeremy. "That may become necessary. There will be a lot being channeled into setting up a base for us. Getting equipment. We don't want it all being pointed at in some way." Then to Deadpool. "We'll see. I'm not going to immediately start planning on taking funds from others." Yet she isn't dismissing it. It may have to happen someday. "I'd like to avoid it." Then to the other question that was posed. "While we are likely to be mutant focused in some ways, since we may be getting intel from the X-Men through Scott on possible targets, I don't intend to be focused only there. But again, baby steps." She sets the pen down bit keepsher hand on top of it. "First we need to figure out a base, resources, all the things we are used to having but we need to build from scratch. If anyone has ideas or thoughts on those, please do share. If you prefer not to go into it tonight, you all have my number." Then she looks at Deadpool. "Or will." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' As he listens, Jeremy gives a nod of his head as he tilts his eyes towards the laptop again as several sites rapidly launch in front of him, starting to scroll in a furious manner before his eyes. He gives a tilt of his hand a times, pausing at parts, then continues scrolling as he scrunches up his nose. << Let me know a general vicinity of where you would like the base, and I believe I can filter out several potential spots, identify property owners or banks that control said property, then isolate those that will ensure the highest rate of success that would give an exit strategy in the case of an emergency. I can install security and ensure that we are invisible when in use, that, or falsify what type of activity may come from there. >> His shoulders slowly wilt as he hunches forward in front of his computer, giving a drag of his finger along the trackpad to whip one page to the side that 'pings' his attention, then tucks it into a folder, right before the icon disappears off the desktop. 

:'''{{#var:128|Lorna Dane (128)}} has posed:'''      "I want those assholes that took Alex and want to kidnap him and Scott to do who knows what." Lorna states, flatly and without really expecting anyone to question why that should be a thing. Green eyes will find and settle on Jeremy a moment, curious. Then she will let her gaze slide over everyone in turn. She couldn't vouch for one person in the room, like she could for believing the others would be willing to not be peaceful non-violent types if it needed to handled otherwise. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool sits quietly listening again, Logan should be so proud! But he nods to Psylocke after she is talking, he leans forward a bit putting a hand with little fingers on the table he talks in a low voice. "Look.. about that other thing we talked about. I thought about it, and decided. His life wasn't worth what it would cost me." he glances to the side a bit though continues, "I will explain to the client I can't do it, and leave it in others hands." he looks at her seriously. "Consider it a sign of good faith." though he leans back again after that. He sighs a bit his questions answered he was fine with it, he would see how it went and who knows maybe he would get his moemmories back sooner then he though. The rest were details, and details he would let the others figure out though he wouldn't go anywhere. Warpath was his ride here, so until he was done DP was here so he leaned back and relaxed, "Can I least get a beer.." he laughs a bit looking at Logan then his legs, "Comon... Buddy.. Just not Fostors and we are good," Going back to thinking an operation was expensive, travel, guns, bullets, equipment, he considered.. "Ya know.. I might have a chache. I might need some help finding it again, but it could have some supplies. Night vision, Collapsable ladders, lots of stuff, and of course guns for those who want them." he looks at Psylocke, "Sorry no idea on a Headquarters though.,, and about targets. I am trying to manage an.. issue with some people outside our ranks. It isn't good, but if it gets out of their reach I might have one as well." though he didn't go into any details more then that. He was sure those were one sort of enemies that they might have issues with heck Betsy thinks it is all in his head... Then out of no-where he gives a "Ha!" I knew it!" he turns facing Lorna.. "I am sorry I let them go, I was going to stop them, but... well they told me no." he glances over at Havok, "I hope the tracker helped at least." before falling silent once again 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     Pushing off the wall, Logan smirks at Wade and for the moment his grim facade eases to a mild scowl as he gives a nod. "Who else wants a beer?" That said he starts to the archway, blue eyes moving from each person, checking and making eye contact to see who has their inclination for booze.     He even checks with Jeremy despite it being feasible the kid's under age. Doesn't seem to trouble him much.     After a decent count is made he wanders off into the main room proper and behind the bar, disappearing for a bit of time for now. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "So we already have at least three targets it sounds like." Betsy gives a glance to Lorna then Deadpool. At the question from Logan, she raises her hand. "You know what beer I like." Which sad to say is usually cheap. Why she liked it she had no idea. But there it was. "Anything we can use to build things up will be great. Jeremy can help us pinpoint a potential base of operations. We'll just go from there." She leans back in her seat again. "So I think at this point, the meeting is concluded unless you have something more to add. Those of you with targets, get with me with the details you have on them. Also get with Jeremy, if he isn't already involved, so he can dig up anything else we might be able to find." 

:'''{{#var:1385|Warpath (1385)}} has posed:''' A shake of his head when Logan asks if anyone wants a beer, Jimmy frowns thoughtfully,"If I ever catch more than a rumor about one I will bring it to you. So far I have been chasing a ghost." That's all he says about it and he doesn't appear as though he wants to chat about it furthur either. 

:'''{{#var:210|Havok (210)}} has posed:'''     "Down, Tiger," Alex mrrrows under his breath in Lorna's direction. "We'll get there." ...and with the people gathered, he has a whole lot more confidence in that fact. They'll get there and they'll get *them*. "As far as locations, as far from Westchester as possible, yeah? If it goes South, plausible deniability for the school should be a high priority and that can't happen if we're in their backyard." He may not be so much on board with The Dream anymore, but he still cares about the kids and his brother, so that means he cares about the school. A beat, a raised hand, "Got anything stronger?" he asks of Logan. He raises his hand to his ear all 'fake phone' like and tells Betsy, "I'll call ya, but I don't have much right now." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Tilting his head over at the offer of beer, Jeremy hesitates, then lifts a hand upwards in acknowledgement. Yes, he will drink with Logan. He will probably throw up, or find the taste horrifying, but he's .. a man now. Manly. << I have located the second in command of the Mutant Farm. His name is Raymond Fortin. Former member of the Canadian Forces, second airborn. There was an incident in Somalia which caused the troop to disband. Further inquiries revealed that he beat to death a teenage boy, presumably a mutant. He was reassigned to the UN Peace Corps in the Balkans. From there he was discharged when found to be beating disabled childern in a hospital in which he was assigned to guard. >> Turning the laptop around to face the team, he pulls up a photo of the man, followed by a long and detailed file. << I have found his financial records and have been steadily tracking them both overseas and domestic. He has been since discharged from the Canadian forces. He reports directly to the head of this organization and thus may be the key to tracking down the shot caller. >> He eases back into his chair, then offers up a loose, wide, awkward smile. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Deadpool chuckles, "Well go team..." he says putting a baby hand in the middle of the table. Seeing no-one wants to touch his baby hand he takes it back, "We will work on that.." he adds waiting for Logan to return with the beer. He glances over at WarPath, "Your my ride buddy, so where you go I go." he adds, though he turns to look at Jeremy for the first time. "Oh him?" he spins around a bit in his seat. "Figures we have a geek.. all teams need em." if he has his drink he willhold it up to Jeremy, "Enjoy the ride." He just laughs to himself after that thinking about things, he seems to reach in pulling out a branch that had been poking his back all this time. "So.. where do you guys get your phones? My last one is still in that things belly?" he needed a constant supply of those at least his last one was a flip phone. 

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''     Doesn't take long to wrangle up beer considering everything. At first there's the sound of rustling around. Maybe the whoosh of a fridge door opening until eventually there's the clink of glass upon glass. A minute or so later there's the mechanical whir and bell ring of a register opening and closing. After that it's time for Logan to return back to the room with about five beers held in the crook of one arm while a sixth is in his hand.     "Drink up," Is all he says as the man sets down the five bottles of LaBatt Blue. It'll serve and if anyone wants to complain...     His own bottle hisses a little as he twists the cap off and then sits back against the wall for now. Then drinks. 

:'''{{#var:18|Psylocke (18)}} has posed:''' "I'll get you a phone," Betsy says to Deadpool. She murmurs a soft "Thanks" to Logan when he delivers her beer. Then she looks to everyone in the room "I hope this is the start of something very successful. I think we can do a lot of good. If you have anyone outside of the X-Men you think would be good additions to the team, get with me. And with that, let's just enjoy our drinks." She raises her bottle up in a mock toast then takes a swig of her cheap beer. Seems things were off to a start. Now where would it go from here? 
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13313/Missing: One Rosie

2021-05-18T03:15:01Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     The trail of minor destruction going North from the Salem Center Renn Faire grounds was somewhat telling, it showed someone was probably flying low, in a panic, with several trees uplifted from their roots and screwn accross pathways and small ravines. A boulder was perilously dislodged and surrounded by tape by the parks and rec team of another town. A disused storage shed had a crumpled wall where someone had adjusted its mass in on itself, and continued North and East, going up into the mountains.     The damage began to be sparse the further up they got -- probably because she was wearing herself out. Rosie's flight had been fueled by adreniline, and it appeared it had worn out. Broken branches high up in the trees would lead fliers into an area of old logging and hunting cabins. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Ok, so ya know, if she is striking out, she can make you get some massive vertigo, crashed into a tree, first time we met." He offers to Rogue. Sam is flying slower and cutting his roar as best he can as he watches for the trail "Looks like up ahead she should be getting close to a place she held up at." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Alright, I'll take that into consideration." Rogue says as she keeps pace with Sam, the two of them flying and following the trail that they find. Looking ahead to see the same thing as Sam does and so she shifts to actually fly a little bit lower and slower. "I just wonder how we're going to better pinpoint where she held herself up in." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     The cabins are pretty sparse, but there is signs of Rosie's passing in the broken boughs -- and one utterly destroyed and abandoned cabin. Its wall has been reduced, and its roof partially caved; looks relatively recent. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "I would think she has probably taken up in one of the cabins." He motions to the destroyed one "Lets check that one first, she maybe held up in the remains if there is enough left, if not might be a clue on which way she went." He will head down to land next to the cabin. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. That's my guess as well..." Rogue says this and then nods. "Sounds like a plan, yeah. Be a bit careful as we go..." Dropping down, she lands next to Sam and then shifts to begin walking around the cabin to see if she can find a door to walk into. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     The door is thankfully just shifted off its hinges.     This cabin looks old, and a bit like no one's redecorated since the late 90's.     Smells like it too.     There's a windbreaker (or pieces of it, whatever wasn't taken by dry rot) hanging on a peg. A squirrel chitters at Rogue, and goes out via a gnawed-out hole in the boarded up chimney.     There's a creaking sound as the roof above tenses with some wind. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks about the place, letting Rogue step inside the place. If it comes down on her, she will be ok even if not flying. He starts walking around the place, looking for tracks or evidence of Rosie having been here. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue watches the squirrel a moment as it shitters and then flees out of it's hole. Her eyes shift to the roof as it groans with the wind and then she looks around the cabin itself a bit more. Further steps take her inside - and Sam's right - even if it all came down she'd be no worse for wear. Maybe a bit bruised, but she'd be otherwise fine. "...Rosie?..." A pause. "It's Rogue. Are you here?" 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     There's no answer in the ruined cabin. The squirrel escapes out the roof, chitters at Sam a moment, and then hops off to another branch.     There's a few other cabins in the area, most of them older, set up along an old logging road.     Sunlight glints off one cabin that has a broken window, just big enough that someone small might be able to get through. Some of the points are tinted red. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks into the window of the cabin Rogue is in, "Got a broken window in one up the road a bit, looks like might be blood on the broken glass. I'm heading up there, will meet ya there." And with that Sam starts a jog up towards the other cabin. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue sighs as she doesn't get an answer, about to step deeper into the cabin when she hears Sam's voice through the window. "Alright." This and then she's turning to leave this cabin, moving to take off into a jog with Sam to head to the other cabin up the road. "I'll go into this one too, first. Don't need you gettin' hurt, ya know? We both know I can take it if the roof is collapsed onto me." A pause. "Maybe see if you can peek at any more clues through that busted window?" 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     The broken window cabin shows signs of disturbance. The glass on the inside shows that it was busted from without.     There is also a black and white flannel shirt with glass shards and blood spots on it sitting on the side of a couch, seen through the window. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will walk around the window checking out what can be seen inside it from the windows, trying to get an idea if Rosie might be in there or at least signs of her having been there. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue shifts to walk over towards the door of the cabin, whether she can open the door or she has to force it open, she'll make her way into the cabin if she can. "You seein' anythin' Sam?" She calls out before stepping inward, slow steps as she's making sure she's not walking into a trap or...some sort of trouble. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     The door was originally master-locked from the outside. It was no longer locked, the padlock hanging with its shackle open. Rogue is easily let into the cabin.     This cabin's decor is from the 80's. There are shoeprints coming from the window, going towards a pantry (which hung open, a spider is currently busy with a little blue butterfly caught in its web). A yellow and white afgan had been moved from the couch. A cushion was also moved and set near the stone fireplace, which had signs of recent use. The smell of woodsmoke hung in the air.     There was a plain, brown wallet set on an end table. Rosie's Xavier Institute student ID is on the table, taken on her second day at the school, shows a smiling girl with a healing forehead cut and a couple of bruises along the side of her head.     Other than the blood on the glass, there doesn't appear to be much in the way of a struggle. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks through the windows, and says "Not seeing anything from here." He will head around the building till he is back to the front of the building stepping up to the doorway, and asks "anything inside?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Is this her wallet, Sam?" Rogue asks while glancing back to him, picking up the wallet from the table and the student ID. "Her student ID is here too...so...we're getting closer?" She offers Sam the wallet - and assuming he takes it - she walks over to the fireplace, actually reaching in to move some of the ash around to see if it's still hot or just warm. "Lets go see if there's footprints outside..." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     The ashes were cooled, long since perished the embers.     And inside, in the dust as Sam steps out of the light coming in the window, they'd be able to see additional, larger footprints. A brushing of the dust near where Rosie had been by the fire to stay warm, like someone with a cape had knelt there.     And then back outside -- where the pine needles were disturbed by someone's footprints, and then -- nothing.     Whowever Rosie left with, they also flew. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie does take the wallet, and nods "Looks like hers." He will frown a bit at the sign of other foot prints, and signs of a flyer "Ok, she could be doing the flying, but she is not comfortable with carrying people yet, so looks like someone else who could fly or teleport got her." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue frowns, walking back outside, eyes to the ground to find those pine needles disturbed until the foot prints are gone and she looks up to the skies. "Fuck." It's a simple word and then she looks around again. "We should have brought someone who's good at tracing scents..." None the less, she takes off straight up into the skies and looks around, perhaps trying to find any sort of evidence on where Rosie and company fight have flown off towards. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     While Sam flies off to the West, Rogue takes the East, cruising along until she may find an abandoned little medical complex -- with a suspiciouslly big crater in the parking lot. Almost like something super-massive struck down, and then got up and walked away. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' At this point, Rogue isn't going to let anything go unsearched. She shifts to fly down towards that crater, landing and looking around for a moment. Assessing how many buildings there are, their conditions, and if any of them look more recently used than another perhaps? Walking forward a bit as she looks around, steps slow in case anything comes out after her - not really sure what to expect at this point. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' THe complex looks as if it was once part of a community that shut down, likely from jobs drying up in the late 80's. The construction all looks like it came from that particular era, including the rather clunky looking finishes and love of ugly concrete parking, which is cracked with weeds, but nowhere near as much as that crater. There are one or two signs of life about the place, which had a high street and a few houses, a church, etcetera, all borded up. Some areas of the store fronts etcetera have cleaner spots where lettering used to be. Homeless and vagrants likely shack up in a couple of these holes. The doctor's office and pharmacy that was here looks about as run down as other places, but there is a singular sort of hum from beneath the ground that vibrates the soles of feet, suggesting a basement generator. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' If this is where Rosie and company is, then Rogue has to consider what's been found so far and that includes the blood stained window. So she takes into account the fact that there's hum beneath her feet, and a medical facility of sorts here, and that's where she'll go first. A city away from the cities it seems, but she'll decipher all of that in her mind later. First thing is finding Rosie, making sure she's safe, and getting her home. Starting with the medical facility, doctor's office, and then working around - unless she finds the source of what that humming might be coming from or further powering. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Definitely appears to be the basement of the doctor's and pharmacy. The doors are rather cleverly boarded up, in fact. Close examination will show that it's a facade and the boards don't nail the door closed. It's openable, quite possibly by just turning the handle. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Well here goes nothing! The handle of that door is turned and Rogue tries to both push and pull to see if the door opens. Slow goings this one because, again, she's not really sure what she's walking into and she's trying to keep herself prepared for just about anything. If she manages through the door, she'll pace herself to further see where the rabbit hole goes. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     How deep does the rabbit hole go?     Far further insidethere's a blonde teenager quietly working on a non-neutonian substance in high, viscous quantities.     And when she's done chewing, she adds another glob of chewing gum to the mass the size of a softball, using her mass control powers to condense it ever smaller. There is splatters of paint, and she's wearing an old lab coat over her shirt. She's got a scar on her forehead that's still healing, but other than that, she's still Rosie.     There is a loud SPLAT and SQUEALCH sound when the mass of chewing gum sails through the air and strikes a wall within, out of Rogue's sight. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue doesn't see the mass sail through the air and strike the wall that's out of her sight, but as she spies the teenager she's been looking for there's at least a slight loss of tension knowing that Rosie is alive. The bigger question will be if she's well. And so Rogue quickens her pace, hoping to get to Rosie's side. "Rosie? Thank gods you're alright." She offers, trying to sound simply relieved that she's found the woman and not at all worried about what might come when she tries to get Rosie to leave. "You've got everyone worried sick...is everything okay?" Asking this, looking to the woman's forehead very briefly before trying to catch Rosie's gaze. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' The sound of a kettle whistling to high pitch boil arrives about then, from a small office kitchenette around the corner from the reception room. The floor is a bit dusty, but otherwise quite clean, though there's not much in the way of homely touches. Sinister, or rather Sinister looking just a lot like a man, without the glowing red eyes, cloak and diamond in the forehead looks rather ordinary, if extremely tall, when sporting a regular human complexion. He appears in the archway of the kitchenette, holding a couple of cups, a small bagette roll and an assortment of cookies on a plate, including a jammie dodger or two (Peak freans if you're not appallingly english). 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie hadn't noticed Rogue walking in -- but when she hears her name called she pauses, stiffens, and retreats backwards, her hazel eyes opening wide before the gum expands from its sticky spot on the wall, and she backs up from Rogue.     "Ah'm all right, Miss Rogue." she states softly, her hand reaching back to an abandoned medical cart, her fingertips brushing against it as it gives a shudder --     And then Sinister arrives, with cups, bread... and biscuits on a platter. Well, the funny things that the Brits call biscuits. They're just cookies to Rosie. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue glances over to the man who comes into that archway, brow raising as she looks him over. His face, why does it seem familiar? Then she looks over to Rosie and gives a smile. "I'm glad you're alright Rosie...but we need to get you back to the school." A look over to the man again and her eyes narrow. She doesn't care if he comes with treats and drinks. Rogue's mission is retrieval, and she'll do whatever necessary to get that mission done. "Like I said, people are worried. It took me a bit to find you. Come on. Let's get ya home, yeah?" Reaching a hand out towards Rosie then. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister sets the tray and cups down on the bare reception desk, nodding a greeting to Rogue as he does so. He takes a cookie off the plate (a jammie dodger, of course) and black tea in cup, striding to look into an examination room and the quiet feed of a Tv playing local free news and bulletin reports. He sips quietly. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "... why?" Rosie challenges, taking a step back from Rogue. "Ah good as killed that girl, Miss Rogue, fer throwin' a rock." Rosie explains. "An' besides, Mr. S over there? He's been helpin' me with some instruction. Ah think Ah almost have makin' gravity bubbels down if I just refine the particulate energies and connect the energy through the electron cloud surroundin' each molecule as an extension of my touch but Ah've gotta get more practice in." she states, wandering over to the reception desk, and grabbing up a chocolate chip cookie.     "Ah'm as good as evil anyway. Like the preacher says, evil's jus' in my blood." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Wait. Killed? Rosie what are you on about?" Rogue says this before shooting Mr. S a look for a moment and then she glances back over to Rosie. "Wasn't Hank trying to help you with your powers? Besides, you got friends there. Hell, family. And you ain't the only one who's almost killed or even has killed someone with their powers. That don't make you evil, Rosie, don't none of it do. Fuck what any preacher tells you. Only person that can make you good or evil is you...and if you learn and practice...ain't a matter of what anyone else says. It's what /you/ believe." Though it seems like Rosie might not go as willingly as Rogue first hoped, so she's calculating what she might be able to get or not get away with at this moment. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' "See, I did tell you," Sinister murmurs, blowing on his tea, then sipping it again with hollowed cheeks. THe sigh of satisfaction is practically genetic. He looks from the doorway to the two ladies. "And I tried to point out that you were highly unlikely to be murdered for a power flare-up." He gestures with the tea to Rogue. "But I am glad that I insisted you didn't stay out in the woods. If I could find you, others certainly could." 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "An' they found me anyway." Rosie points out to Sinister, and she frowns, lifting a cup of tea.     "... Miss Munroe had an outing for class, an' there were kids throwin' stones. I threw a bigger one and crushed a girl. I've seen the results of industrial accidents like that, Miss Rogue. The minute the boulder lifts, they bleed out."     And then she turns back to the man. "It wasn't a flare up, Mr. Sinister. I threw that rock with intent to hurt 'em. That was malice." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "I kissed a boy when I was fourteen. The moment we kissed, my powers activated. I didn't know what was going on...and the consequence of that simple action resulted in his death." Rogue offers. "I gave Jeremy Statton mouth to mouth because he was drowning after falling in the lake. I rendered another mutant nearly permanately unable to use her powers, /and/ I stole her very consciousness, drawing it into mine. It took a very long time to separate us and while she's finally all she was and now some...I now have the powers I took from her permanately. That was from an order given to me by my step mother. While I worked for the Brotherhood." Rogue offers. "I've killed humans. I've maimed mutants. And the only one who ever actually showed me, a murderer and a threat to all mutants, any ounce of actual respect and gave me a chance was Charles, Scott, and Jean. The others had to come around to me being there." She pauses a moment, letting it all sort of sink in. "Maybe it wasn't a flare up. You wanted to do a thing, you did it, and there was an unfortunate accident. And I get it... there's no words I could say then, now, or down the line to make that moment not feel like what it does, but I am telling you...you have people who are ready and willing to help you. To nurture you. To let you grow into the amazing mutant we all know you can be. Don't let the single action of a moment destroy what you've been working towards since coming to Xavier's..." She dares a step forward and holds out a gloved hand. "It's time to come home, Rosie. Please." 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister's eyes shift to Rosie now, taking a bite of his biscuit and crunching it neatly in half. He cleans crumbs with an outstretched pinky, in a very well-bred kind of way. It appears he's guaging her response, accutely. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie struggles a moment, looking at Rogue, and she wraps her arms around herself, losing interest in the sweet. The blonde girl looks back and forth between Rogue, and to Sinister, split in her wants. She knits her fingers together as she sits on the check-in counter, and she weighs her words.     "... I'm not going to be killed for making a big show of my powers? For bein' dangerous and angry?" she questions softly to Rogue. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "No. Rosie. No." Rogue offers then and shakes her head before stepping closer. "We're not in the business of just killing mutants because of...any of that. Hell, even Logan is just tossed in the Danger Room when he needs to work out his issues." Then she tilts her head. "You have my word, Rosie. We're not wanting to do anything to punish you. We don't exist for that. We exist to help." She holds her hand out once more. "Please. Come home." 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister finishes the rest of his cookie, wiping the tip of his pinky at the corner of his mouth, leaving it lingering there as he gazes at the exchange. There's a soft chuckle at the commentary on Logan, his finger allowed to relax and curl down into his palm, a secondary jammie dodger lifting off the plate and floating to waiting fingertips. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     Rosie shifts her weight, looking uncomfortable a little bit, and then she breathes out, and loos to Sinister.     "... I've learned a lot." she states to the jammy-dodger noshing Sinister, and then she pushes herself off the check-out counter, and takes off the lab coat.     Rogue would be able to see the litany of scars around her shoulders as she does so, leading down beneath the sleeveless teeshirt.     "All right. Knew it wouldn't last." she states softly, rubbing the back of her head. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue isn't going to let Rosie get a chance for any second thoughts, and if Sinister plans on suddenly deciding he's keeping Rosie - well - she's not going to let him really make such a decision. Rogue gently takes Rosie by the arm once she's out of that lab coat and begins to lead the other woman from the room at her side. She'll ask about the scars later, likely insist Hank checks her out in the medlab back at Xavier's...but that's then. Right now, she just wants to ensure she and Rosie make it safely out and home. 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' Sinister tracks Rogue with his gaze, lifting the cookie to wave it side to side in fairwell. "Don't be a stranger, miss Rosie... Think of me, when you're practicing," - his gaze shifts from blue to red and pupiless, his skin paling out around the eyes as he looks at Rogue, the diamond in the forehead and back once again to human looking and handsome if you like that sort of tall and dark. He makes no move to obstruct them, taking cookie and tea and heading into the examination room to watch the news reports. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     And Rosie isn't allowed second thoughts. The teenager turns to regard Sinister -- watching his visage change momentarily -- and then she turns back to follow Rogue.     "... I Don't even know where we are..." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "It's fine. I can get us home. So long as you don't mind being carried." Rogue offers as they head out of the facility. "Sam has your wallet, and your student ID. I'll make sure he meets us back at the school. Ready?" 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     "... no." Rosie answers truthfully, "... but too late to turn back now." she states, and she takes a breath, and lifts off the ground on her own, lifting skywards.     "... was Sam mad?" 

:'''{{#var:231|Sinister (231)}} has posed:''' The answer to where they are, is soon to be 'where they were'. But in a more helpful manner, in an abandoned tourist township a little outside of Rochester. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Concerned. I didn't get mad from him...worry. Jeremy and Lucas as well. And Shannon." Rogue offers as she takes off from the ground herself to fly next to Rosie. She'll then lead the student back to Xavier's. 

:'''{{#var:9868|Rosie McGowan (9868)}} has posed:'''     And Rosie follows dutifully behind -- until about thirty minutes into the flight when she begins to falter, in which case she'll be embarrassedly flown back to Xavier's -- likely for debriefing.     After all, staying with anyone by the last name of Sinister can't be good. 
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13314/King of Hearts homecoming.

2021-05-18T03:14:45Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' It'd been a week. Remy had called Riana on his way out of town explaining that there was Family business he needed to deal with and he'd be incomunicato for a bit over a week. Well it's ben a bit over a week and he left a text twenty minutes ago. saying "On my way to your place, so kick your other boyfriends out. I want you all to myself." 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      There could only be one reply to such a missive from one's better half. Riana's eyes twinkled with mischief as her phone did its little buzzing dance, reading the message thereupon. She was, of course, just coming out of the shower, and swathed in towels from head to toe, with windows open and the lingering, acrid scent of her latest cooking attempt hanging in the air.      <<They'll be very put out, cher, but I'll tell them.>> 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau's reply is simple but susinct. ":-P" And few minutes later, announced by Jack's vigorous barking, Remy smile and opens the door. He grins, getting down on one knee and ruffling the puppy's ears with a smile. "Mama committing dinner again, huh?" he asks taking out a styrofoam box and setting it on the floor for the doggo. He smiles a bit then looking for Riana, holding two red roses and a white. 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      By this time, of course, Riana had changed from towels, to simple black slacks and a sleeveless black silk tunic top, and was just running a brush through her fiery red hair. "Well, we know which side Jack's bread is buttered on!" she quips, laughing at the rather enthusiastic greeting from canine to two-legged papa. Hers was equally so, as she pulled Remy close and kissed him fit to skip from Spring straight on into Summer. "Welcome home," she purrs. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau smiles, returning the kiss with equal passion, though careful not to crush the flowers between them. As the kiss parts he grins slightly, "Now if Ah didn' know bettah chere, Ah might start ta t'ink yah missed me." He says with a bit of a smirk. He leans in and inhales deeply, "It's good ta be 'ome chere..." 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      "I did miss you," Riana replies, grinning right back at Remy. She takes a moment to rest her forehead against his, allowing herself a deep sigh of contentment as she simply relished his homecoming.      But all was not as it seemed, for the bedroom window was flung wide open, transluscent curtains fluttering in the breeze. And out the window, what looked like a rope of bedsheets had been flung, as if someone were making a hasty escape.... 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau looks ovr as warm Summer breeze blows from the open window. The rope bedsheet actually makes him chuckle a bit. "Don' tell me, one of dem couldn' get out in time?" 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      Riana chuckles softly to herself. By the way the bedsheet rope was hanging from the window, there was still something attached to the end of it! "You might as well pull the poor sod up and see for yourself, cher," she finally answers, covering her mouth with her hand and trying not to smile -too- much. Oh, my, my. 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, "Or maybe Ah jus' start charging de rope an' see 'ow fast he c'n climb down, hmm?" he says with a smirk as he heads into the room, tossing his trench coat over the bed and leaning out of the window to see what is there to see. 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      On the end of the rope, there is no person or mortal being to be seen. Rather, there is a package wrapped in shimmering silvery holographic paper, attached to the end of the rope. Riana's just grinning from ear to ear, and by now, she's starting to laugh. "I don't think this one's going to be climbing anywhere, cher. Better haul it inside." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau grins slightly as he hauls the object in and unwraps it. A slight twinkle on his eyes despite his tone managing to sound morose. "Oh Ah see, Not sure Ah c'n actually compete wit' dis one. guess Ah'll jus' 'ave ta leave yah bot' ta be 'appy. Maybe get back wit' mah ex wife... C'n Ah at least still visit de dog?" 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      Riana laughs and kisses Remy with fierce passion, holding him rather tightly. "You're not going anywhere, cher. And if you do, I'm going with you. You're stuck with me, and nobody could ever compete with -you-." Brushing an errant bit of hair away from those hellfire eyes, she smiles, eyes twinkling with mirth. "And where we go, Jack goes." 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Of course, knowing that he is the current topic of conversation causes jack to jump and bark happily around them both, everyone getting liberally wacked with his oversized tail. Remy places the action figure up on top of the dresser in a location Jack has not been able to chew anything (yet) and smiles. "Ah love it. Dough between yah an' me Ah more inta baby Yoda." 

:'''{{#var:9154|Riana Mackenzie (9154)}} has posed:'''      Riana grins, reaching down to give that derpy doggo a scratch behind his lopsided ears. "Well, how would it have looked to have The Child on the end of that bedsheet rope instead of Mando?" Whap-whap-whap-whap. "Jack! Calm down, you silly pooch!" 

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:''' Remy LeBeau grins just a little bit, trying to move out of Jack's tail's 270 degree range of attack. "Well, depends on if he in dat cute lil floaty t'ing of 'is. Den he more like a christmas orniment." He says with a grin, finally grabbing the dog by the collar to more forcibly escourt him from the room. 
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13315/It's just a LITTLE favor.

2021-05-18T03:11:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     It's not like Bucky to show up unannounced and even less like him to show up with cookies and a rose. But here he is, knocking lightly on Skye's door holding a box of gourmet cookies from a quaint little village bakery and a single, but perfect, yellow rose. He's heard women still like these sorts of gestures! He's dressed in typical Bucky fashion, comfortable jeans, boots, a dark hoodie, his favorite leather jacket and leather gloves. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye was laying on the couch, surfing the internet when she heard a knock. "Come on in if you are a friend." Because everyone knows if the door was unlocked, just come on in! Of course, it could be a real person knocking on the door, in which she would have to get up to answer it. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "Well, I like to think we're friends," Bucky calls out as he pushes the door open. He closes it behind himself and... locks it. Old habits die hard and he's not being paranoid if they're really out to get him. "You like cookies?" he asks as he holds up the box and that one single rose. "I hope you like cookies because I have a really really big favor to ask." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Always got time for cookies." Skys flipped herself up on the couch so she was sitting upright, and quirked a brow. "And a rose?! What do you have, really. Come, sit down. What's the trouble?" 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Bucky flashes a little lopsided, toothy grin as he wanders on in, settles down on a chair near the sofa. He hands off the cookies and the flower "Well, it's a rose worthy favor," he says, still sporting that grin. But his expression falters and his brow furrows and creases the way it does when he's being all 'serious face'. "It's a big ask Skye, so I'm cool if you say no. I need a hacker, off the records. If the shit stink I've picked up on leads to where I think it might, you'll be digging dirt on a high up." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Oh, but Skye is laughing to herself. "Always to help out a friend. And here is the perfect place for it." Then she sobers. "I mean it. We don't have to have anything on the records unless you want it there." 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "We're talking the Deputy Director of Homeland Security, Skye," Bucky spells out plain and clear to make sure his friend is absolutely aware of how serious the stakes are in this whole mess. "I think he put a hit out on my friend." Wow, that's... "I mean if we get caught looking into him like this it could be mean your career with SHIELD is over or..." Worse. 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' Skye puts her laptop aways, and then faces him. One on one, so to speak. "Have you ever known me to be afraid of the consequences?" Remember for the longest time she was under the edict of, 'work for us, or else'. The 'or else' was a maximum security prison. "You're my friend. It's important to you." She shrugs. "Besides, if SHIELD craps out, I've got a back up plan." She winks. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     The whole concept of having friends that care enough about him to risk everything for him is a little new to Bucky. Sure, there's always been Steve, but he's been the only one until recently. He actually has to take a beat to make sure he doesn't sound all emotional when he says, "I know. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of the risk. I think Nick should be present when you get started. That's the friend. ...and it does mean a lot." 

:'''{{#var:1191|Skye Johnson (1191)}} has posed:''' "Sure. Come here, and you should be safe while we look around." God but Skye loved her home. Her home was as tight as any place could be, including out of SHIELD's nose. "Does that work?" 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, that'd be great, Skye, really." Bucky pushes himself to his feet and takes the few steps to clear the space between himself and Skye. He leans in and offers her an awkward little hug. He's still not good at that, the whole 'affection' thing but he's trying. "Thanks," he whispers again before straightening back up. "I'll be in touch, let you know when he's available." 
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13312/Late Spring Splash

2021-05-17T21:45:49Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      With the weather finally starting to warm up, and Mother Nature no longer seeming quite so confused about what season it ought to be in the upstate New York area, the pool was seeing much more active use. Among those enjoying the sunny day was a familiar winged figure who has her phone out but no earbuds in. Shannon is perched on a large, fluffy white towel by the edge of the pool, cross-legged and with a relatively modest pale blue bikini on. Translation--it would be safe to wear around granny, covering in both front and back what it ought to, but all the same, tied with delicate little strings capped with small silver beads where they belong as well.      Other kids are either in the water, lounging in the sun, or taking off to enjoy the fine weather out in the backyard, but she for the moment seems caught in the song coming from her phone, humming and even singing along for a few moments. "But what if I told you the world wouldn't end If you started showing what's under your skin What if you let them all in on the lie That even the Homecoming Queen cries...." 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' By the nice sunny day, not having any class to attend yet, the newest student decided to explore around. From the window upstairs, he had spotted the swimming pool and was instinctively curious about it. After finding some old bermuda shorts left behind by the previous occupant of his room, he decided to try the water. Clad only in the old pair of bermuda shorts, Lucas is sitting on the side of the swimming pool, on the shallow end, his feet in the water, the whiteness of his skin almost matching the colour of the marble walls. It's obvious the lad rarely stayed in the sun for long, his skin being so pale and, here and there, marked with small and faint scars. Watching some other kids swimming around, he seems to be studying their every moves with great interest. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Oh, Ted's here too. He's in a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt. He's not actually getting into the water, though, as he's explained to Shannon on multiple occasions, he sinks like a rock. But he does sit nearby,, looking around and watching all the others gathered and zooming by. He's always been a bit partial to people watching. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Perched on her towel, not all that far from Ted, Shannon just smiles, reaching out with one wing to curl around him in a hug. She turns off her phone and puts it in her little brown leather bag, letting out a little sigh, and smiling. It was one of those quiet, lazy, happy days to savor and share.      But in the midst of people-watching, there is one face that Shannon does not recognize at all, the ghostly pale figure of Lucas perched on the edge of the pool drawing her eye. Waving, she smiles and calls out, "Hi! Water's a little chilly but you should be okay getting in, it won't chill you -too- badly. Not like it would have earlier in April." 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' After a time watching young kids swim around, Lucas' eyes travels around the swimming pool, as if looking for someone. There is a /lot/ of kids around, all strangers to him. Then his eyes come to rest on the girl sitting on a white towel who just seemed to be talking to him. Of course, he could reply in the same manner, but shouting is bad. Very bad. It might not be the case at the school, this wasn't clarified yet. So intead of raising his voice, Lucas slowly gets to his feet, revealing his tall and too slim frame, and slowly walks closer to Shannon and the big guy by her side. "Hi," he says in a low and quiet voice. "I'm not afraid of the cold," he states, "I want to swim and I'm trying to learn. It seems easy enough." Yeah, trying to learn to swim by yourself. Good luck. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted feels the wing slip around and gives a little grin to the wing's owner. "Don' want to disturb yer musicin'," he notes with a low chuckle. He starts to say something else, but she greets someone. He blinks and looks over there now, head angling slightly as he tries to recognize the newcomer, but decides he does not. "'lo," Ted says. "So yer sayin' the cold never bothered y'anyway?" He gives a big, goofy grin then leans back a bit. He briefly ponders asking if the guy has ice abilities, but decides its probably a rude topic. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Making his way out to the pool area after spying Lucas across the yard is Jeremy. The young lanky goth is dressed all in black, which is perfect for a dip in the pool. Chained pants, black shirt with a power button logo and a half black trench coat. His thick black hair hangs across his face and down to his shoulders now and just an inch beyond. He almost looks feminine at this point with the build of his frame. He gives a few slow blinks of his eyes. << Hello. >> The phone chirps on his arm strap as he slides his hands into the pockets of his jackets, rocking some on his feet back and forth slowly. His black sneakers are looking worn with duct tape wrapped around one of them. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Swimming's not that hard. It's actually the learning to float part that scares most people first. I know it used to scare me when I was real little." Shannon gives a little flick of her wings, one of them settling flat against her back, and the other remaining around Ted's shoulders. She smiles up at Lucas, reaching up to offer her hand. "Don't think I've seen you around here before. My name's Shannon. This is Ted."      The chirp of a familiar computerized voice and the jangle of chains approaching catches her attention, and she turns to see Jeremy approaching. Smiling and waving, she calls out, "Hello! Come on over and join us!" 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Wings. The girl - Shannon - has wings! Trying hard to not stare, knowing that this is not a good behaviour, Lucas nods at Shannon, trying to smile. "Floating, yes, it says that too on the computer." So he did do some research about it. "I am Lucas, nice to meet you Shannon, and Ted." Lucas then considers Ted for a moment, tilting his head, looking like someone who has something to ask, and is refraining. Standing there, in front of Shannon and Ted, the lad often gives the impression that each of his words is carefully chosen. After a moment, he finally answers the question, "The cold bothers me," he finally states, his voice kept low, "But I'm used to it. And..." Another hesitation, "There are far more painful things than a little bit of cold." That said, his eyes catch Jeremy walking by. The Goth looks slightly better than the previous day. "Hi Jeremy, you look better. Did you find Rosie yet?" he asks, visibly concerned about the lost girl. 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Unless y'don't float," Ted says. "Like some o' us." He wrinkles his nose a bit at that but he does chuckle a little. Hearing the phone chirp off, he glances over and raises a hand in a light wave, "Jer," he says in way of greeting. He starts to speak further, but stops as the conversation switches over to being a little more serious. He's little to imput on this one so just goes a touch quiet. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' There is a slight shake of the head from Jeremy at Lucas's question. His smile falters and tips downwards a bit. He stops at the shoulder of the other boy, leaning in to gently bump against his. << No, not yet, but we will. Hello, Shannon Ted. >> He scuffs his foot against the ground a few times with his worn sneaker, casting a look at the water for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders a bit to shrink into himself. << How is everyone? >> 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Having spent a bit of the morning off school grounds, and then going to patrol some of the outer grounds before coming back to the school proper, Rogue lands on the other side of the pool from the students. She's not empty handed, however, like she'd usually be, instead she's got an animal carrier on one hand and soon as she lands the distinct mewling sounds of an animal can be heard. There's a quick glance between everyone and the woman smiles while approaching the group of Jeremy and company. "Well hey, y'all. Fine day for bein' outside ain't it?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon's brows furrow and she shakes her head. "No, there's no word on Rosie. I did tap Dr. McCoy on the shoulder about it, though. Fingers crossed, hopefully we'll find something out soon." She eyes Jeremy for a moment, looking at him with the searching gaze of a healer. "You look a bit better. How are you feeling?"      As she turns back towards Lucas to say something, she catches sight of Rogue out of the corner of her eye. Her brows loft, first one, then the other, at the sight of a pet carrier. "Oh, my! A kitten?" She chuckles a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' With a nonreassured look on his face, Lucas nods at Jeremy, his concern about Rosie haven't been eased neither by the Goth's answer nor by Shannon's additional details. Hopefully, someone will find the lost girl soon enough. And then, wonders won cease - after a winged girl, there comes one flying without wings. A bit startled at first by Rogue's arrival, Lucas quickly recovers from his initial surprise, looking at the woman - without staring, mind you - intrigued both by her and what she's carrying. A cat! If the School staff were observing Lucas during his first days at school, they would report that upon seeing the furry animal, the lad's jaw dropped, his eyes fixated on the animal carrier. They could also observe that while his heart started racing, his general state of constant stress lowered dramatically. Stepping closer to Rogue, offering his best puppy-eyes, he asks her - or rather - pleads, "Ma'am, can I take it? Just a minute? I promise I won't hurt it." 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' Ted Gammage gives a lazy stretch of an arm and rolls a shoulder a few times. When he hears the newcomer, he too turns. "Therapy animal?" he says, joking lightly. "Ah didn't know we were allowed pets, actually." He then watches the newcomer sidle up to Rogue, chuckles a little, and slowly rises to his feet. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Then you haven't met Squeakers," Shannon replies to Ted, chuckling softly. "He keeps to my dorm, though. My furry little study buddy." She, too, gets to her feet, hanging back near Ted and watching the interactions between Lucas and the occupant of the carrier, a light smile playing along the corners of her mouth. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a slow blink of his eyes at the sight of the cat carrier, Jeremy tilts his head down to peer inside of it, then offers up a glance upwards to Rogue as he peeks through his thick black hair. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. A kitten. Found her out in Hell's Kitchen, poor thing. Think she was abandoned, not sure if by the momma cat or some person..." Rogue offers, and then looks to Lucas as the new kid sidles up to her. He likely doesn't know that, technically, she's staff and while she's not actively observing anyone - she does take actions into account on certain things. Maybe she should just borrow a room less used and turn it into a therapy room. "You can take her, sure, but do be careful. She's a bit skittish right now, and I actually brought her here to give her a safe home and a safe friend." In other words, she intended to gift the cat to someone already. A look to Ted then. "I mean, m'sure Scott an' Jean don't want this place to become a right zoo...but...I also don't see why you couldn't have a pet s'long as you're responsible." She shoots a glance to Jeremy, lastly, offering him a kind smile. She'll reach the man eventually, but she also knows there's hardly any resistance to a cat's presence. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' With great care and slow movements, Lucas opens the carrier, and take the kitten, very gently. Holding it in his large hands and bringing it to eye level, the young man /smiles/ at the cat, chatting with is as if there was no one around. "Hey you, kitty kitty. Poor you, you were alone, hey? They will find you a nice home and if they don't, stay around. You're so cute!" That said, Lucas reluctantly returns the kitten to the animal carrier, as promised. The smile is gone from his face, but the stress didn't returns yet. Nodding at Rogue, he then steps back, giving room for anyone wanting to see the kitten. "Thank you, ma'am. I love animals." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon goes all goo-goo eyed almost immediately when she sees the kitten, crouching down to be more on a level with the carrier. "Hello there, little guy. Poor thing... you were all alone, huh? I bet you won't be for long, not if you stay around here!" Smiling softly, she holds out the tip of her finger for the kitten to sniff, laughing softly at the touch of that tiny little pink nose. "Boop! I got your snoot!"      She looks up at Ted and just smiles, easing back from the carrier so he can have a look if he wants, and so can Jeremy. "That little one's so precious! Does he have a name yet, miss Rogue?" 

:'''{{#var:9643|Ted Gammage (9643)}} has posed:''' "Ah, nah, ah've enough trouble without worryin' about accidentally smooshin' mah pet while trying to give it a pet on the head," Ted says, shaking his head slowly. He chuckles at Shannon playing with the kitten, then when done he does yawn lightly, "Eh, Should prolly go finish that math ah've been puttin' off." He waves, "Ah'll be 'round later." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy says as he watches the others play with the kitten, blowing some hair away again from his face. He gives the kitten a smile, scuffing his foot on the ground, then reaches out to take it once it's back in the carrier. He holds it up to his eye level to stare into the blue eyes, then curls it in against his chest, brushing his fingers along the soft dark fur. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smiles and nods at Ted. "Sounds like a load of fun. Take it easy." Then her attention goes to Shannon and she shakes her head. "I ain't the one that needs to name it." As Jeremy takes the kitten, holds it at eye level and then lets it curl against his chest - she grins broadly. "That task belongs to the one who's holding the cat right now." She says, shifting forward to set the carrier down by Jeremy's feet. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon smiles wide, looking at Jeremy as he holds the little black ball of floof. "Oh, that's awesome! Congrats, Jer! Looks like you'll have a furry little buddy, too!" Standing slowly, she takes a step back so as not to disturb the new floofball and his two-legged companion. "I'd be happy to make the little guy a few toys and sew him up a nice, soft cat bed. Just let me know if there's any colors besides black you want me to use, okay?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' There is a blink from Jeremy as it appears that the kitten is to be his. He looks at Rogue, then over to Shannon before he tilts his chin down towards the fluffy cat. He tilts his head to one side, then holds it up a bit higher in his hands so that he can stare at it properly. He offers up a smile, then draws the kitten against him again to bury his nose in against his fur. << Thank you. I'm going to name him Geronimo. >> His fingers brush slowly along the top of his spine, giving him a little butt scratching. He looks a bit emotional as his face scrunches up. Aw. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue smiles to Shannon at the offerings she gives, but her main attention is on Jeremy. She steps forward and reaches to set a gloved hand on Jeremy's shoulder. "You're welcome. Geronimo seems like a really cool name. I think she'll help you and you'll help her. You'll both be good for each other. If you need any help with her, please let me know okay?" A smile. "Maybe we'll go get some stuff for her later...okay?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy says as he holds the cat up and turns him around a few times to peek. << Yes, a boy cat. Thank you, Rogue. I will take good care of him. I hope he gets along with Gray's pet rat. >> He gives the cat's nose a boop with his before putting him back in the carrier carefully, then picking it up into his arms. 
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13309/Milk Cartons: Rogue follows up with Dagger

2021-05-17T19:26:12Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' It's morning, creeping towards the afternoon. Lunch hour during Hell's Kitchen is fairly tame compared to the rest of New York City. There isn't much in the way of street vendors, and the local bars and resturants are closed until the night activities kick in that will bring out the dark and the shady. Sitting on the front steps of the church is Tandy, her thick blonde hair pulled up behind her into a messy ponytail. She is wearing an Xavier's sweater that hangs off one shoulder and a pair of ripped jeans. In her hands is a breakfast sandwich and a bottle of water as she stares out across the street. She has a tired look in her blue eyes. With a soft sigh, she leans back a bit, closing her eyes and trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun on her face as it peeks through the clouds. The sound of screeching tires causes her to snap out as she watches a car peel away from the stop sign before her, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and peeled rubber along the pavement. With a sigh, she pushes up to her feet, brushing her backside off a few times. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue doesn't come to Hell's Kitchen that often, but she had been here a bit ago helping save some kids from being taken by big, bad and ugly. Since then life has seemed to be a roller coaster of saving kids, and personal growth. Part of which included speaking to her brother about the church, their lives - both professional and personal. So she's decided to come and pay a visit to the church she knows her brother frequents for several reasons. Following up, meeting someone important in Kurt's life, offering a further helping hand if needed. The usual fare, she surmises, as she lands out of sight for anyone to see cause she had enjoyed flying since it was a nice morning. Coming out of the shadows and approaching the church just as Tandy stands and brushes off her backside. A tilt of her head given and the X-Man reaches to put her hair in a pony tail, wearing a black body suit, cut off shorts and a plain white tee shirt with tennis shoes. A smile as she gives Tandy an up-nod. "Morning." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' Glancing over at the voice, Tandy gives a bit of a skittish jolt for a moment before she settles in and nods back. "Oh. Hey Rogue." She says as she blows some whispy bangs away from her face, revealing that crescent moon that hangs over one eye. She gives a glance about casually, then upwards as if expecting a 'bamf' to appear. When it doesn't come, she looks back towards the X-Men. "What's going on? Everything okay?" She asks with a bit of hesitation in her voice. "I don't see Kurt unless he's doing something inside the church as a surprise. He .. does that. Sometimes .. When Cloak isn't lurking around." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, everything is fine. Kurt's fine, I promise. This is more a social call on my end." Rogue offers, though a part of her is expecting Kurt to somehow know she's here and 'bamf' in anyway to find out why. "I mean if I wanted to find my brother, I don't have to trace him back to the place he hangs out at in secret." She shrugs with a smirk and then furthers. "Actually, I wanted to come by and see you. See how things are goin', find out if you need any help with anything." A pause. "Kurt speaks highly of you, you know." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' Rubbing the back of her neck, Tandy says, "Oh. Hey. Cool. You .. wanna come in? To my dark and musty church? It's .. um.. home." She glances over her shoulder. "Or we can just take a walk through the beautiful neighborhoods of Hell's Kitchen. I'm doing fine. Cloak and I are both fine. Just, you know. Every day we wake up is a day we can celebrate. We have food and water." She slips her hands into her front pockets, kicking a piece of brick off to the side from the sidewalk and into the street as it bounce and rattles. "How about you? You doing okay?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "At the end of the day food and water only gets you so far. Kurt mentions he brings you blankets and such sometimes too..." Rogue offers gently and then motions to the church. "Please? I'd like to see your home. My brother's refuge." Rogue, obviously, isn't oblivious to the practices her brother has. She doesn't know everything her brother has faced, but she knows it's a lot. "I'm...okay for the moment. I've had my rough spots here lately but I think I'm settled out now for the time being." A pause. "Maybe a walk through Hell's Kitchen after I see the church. Hopefully we ain't struck down soon as I walk in." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "Sure, I can show you around. Just don't make fun." Tandy says with an amused voice. "And, if Cloak is lurking nearby, just leave him alone. He's in a bad mood." Turning, she pushes the doors open and steps inside. It's dark within the old Holy Ghost Church, filled with dust and cobwebs and forgotten pews. The air smells stale, even with a few of the windows broken near the tall roof. When it rains, it gets musty and thick with humidity. In the corner is a sleeping bag, as well as a few large cardboard boxes stuffed with wellfare clothes, and some food in the form of nonperishables. There is a wall with a large map set up, several colored pieces of yarn to signalize several different gang territories and pictures of children pinned to the map. Most of them mutant in likeness. The front of the church is pitch black, but the sight of Jesus hanging from a cross can be made out near the alter. "Here we go. Home sweet home." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue raises a brow, but then shifts to follow Dagger into the church, taking the moment to look around even as soon as they enter. The dust and cobwebs are noticed, the stale air, but it's home to people - and that's what matters. "What's got Cloak in a bad mood?" Rogue asks lowly while they walk through, letting her gaze drift to that corner with the sleeping bag, clothes and non perishables. She makes a mental note and then continues on. That map gains special interest, Rogue shifting to look it over, though she doesn't touch it. Perhaps just taking it all in before she takes a deep breath and then moves back towards the darkness, barely making out the Christ on a Cross. "Well. At least I ain't bein' struck by lightning just yet. It seems a decent home. Roof over your head, and the like." She glances over. "I can see the appeal it would have to Kurt as well. Run down church like this, he can come here without fearing he'll be walked in on. Pay his penance and then leave." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "Cloak is always in a bad mood. He's just eager for night to fall so that we can go back out on our mission. He isn't a morning person .. he can't eat or sleep, so he is just restless. Angry curtain." Tandy says as she gives a look around the church, rubbing the back of her neck. "I used to live in Boston. Huge fancy manor. Rich parents. They never knew I existed. I ran away from home to get their attention and found myself kidnapped and injected with experimental drugs. Now I live in a broken down church with an addict for a partner. What a life, huh?" She flops her hands down at her sides, then shrugs her shoulders upwards. "It's cold in here at night, it's hot in here during the morning. The homeless try to use it for a restroom, though not so much now that Cloak started eating them and spitting them out in other parts of the city." There's a slight grin over towards Rogue. "Kurt doesn't really come here to speak with God, though he's called his name out a few times." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Why don't you and Cloak come live in the mansion? I know Kurt's already made the offer and you declined it but... is there some appeal to living here that would be missed elsewhere?" Hell Rogue could think of a few ways they could accomodate things if needed, and she figured hearing it for herself was a good idea. A shake of her head given. "I couldn't imagine. M'sorry that happened to you... it's what happened to Cloak too right?" Asking this much more while looking over to the woman. "Ah...yeah. That would surely be annoying. People slipping in whenever and just because." This much more as she continues to walk, approaching the altar and Christ on a Cross, but at Tandy's confession she can't help but give a laugh. "I really don't need to know the details about my brother's sex life..." A pause. "But I'm glad he has someone...truly. Just, you know, I surely won't be pleased if you hurt him. But I won't be pleased if he hurts you either. I'm an equal rage opportunist." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "Yes, it happened to Cloak also. He ran away from home when the police were looking for him. His best friend was murdered by the police in front of him for a robbery they didn't commit, and he ran for his life. They caught him also the same night as me. They took us to the island with all the other kids. There was so many of us." Tandy says as her voice cracks, squeezing one fist up as a ball of light bleeds through the knuckles. "And all we could do was listen to their screams as the poison killed them. When the screams stopped, it was just Tyrone and I, and we ran for our lives, swimmed the ocean and lost ourselves in the dark. We ended up in New York when we thought we drowned. We woke up in the shadows. I was burning like a star, he was cold and lost his body." The young blonde stares at the wall for a long moment, then flicks her hand to the side to let a shard of light strike the floor before flickering away. "And now we can't live without the other. My light keeps him sane, his dark keeps me from blowing up. He's addicted to my light and I'm addicted to his dark." At the warning, there is a soft scoff. "I can't be hurt anymore. Everything that hurt me has been stripped away. Kurt is one of the few things good left in my life and even he won't last forever. I won't last forever. This city is going to kill us one day, but I plan on going out fighting. I can't live in your fancy school and your mansion and all of your nice stuff. This is where I belong. This is where the children are, the drugs, the gangs, the real life." She says as she looks back over towards her, wiping at her eyes. "This keeps us humble. I don't want to go back to that poor rich girl, nose up in the air, nice clothes and hot showers. I don't want to .. forget this. This city /made/ me and I am this city now." Her voice stammers out. "Cloak and I have to see this through." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue listens, and as she listens she watches that light bleed through Tandy's knuckles, then she turns to look back at the map and steps closer to it again. There's nothing she can think to say as Tandy explains things, why she and Cloak are the way they are, why she can't live at the mansion, how her and Cloak's existance benefits the other. Then she turns back towards Tandy, stepping forward and reaching a very gloved hand to touch the woman's shoulder. "I get it." No, not quite. "I understand. Obviously you know that you have several people willing and wanting to help you and Tyrone see this through. I know it doesn't make it right or change anything, but I'm sorry the two of you went through such a thing..." Her hand withdraws and she takes a breath. "At least let me know if there's anything I can bring you. Anything I can do to help. It's a good thing, what you're doing here." And that's about all she can think to really say on the entirety of the matter. So she seems to consider and then motions. "You wanna go take that walk now? Or have I disrupted your day long enough?" 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "I know you guys care about us." Tandy rasps out weakly for a moment before clearing her throat. "And it's appreciated. Cloak just isn't a team player and I don't think I'd look good in spandex with a red X belt." She says in an attempt at humor. She's the one with a leotard and a sword cut out through the chest. It's not the most conventional of 'costumes'. "I also know that the rules we play by doesn't synch up well with yours. The things that I've had to do to survive, to save some of these kids." She gives a sniff, looking upwards at the sight of Jesus, wiping under her eye. "I used to believe in God a long time ago, back when I was a little girl, going to ballet classes, praying my mother would come home and hug me. But .. there's no way he'd want me now. Not after what I've done." She turns her gaze back towards Rogue, her face full of misery and emotion. "Kurt is too good for me. He believes that anyone can be saved, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but not for me. God won't want someone like me. I've taken too much." The air feels thicker now around her as she wraps her arms around herself a bit tighter. "Sure, let's take a walk. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be unloading like this. I'm just tired." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Some rules are meant to be bent and broken. At the end of the day, what matters is our survival and the wellfare of those we're saving. If it means busting a few heads, killing a few gang members, or otherwise kicking ass and taking names, you'll find there are several of us who don't mind breaking those rules." Rogue offers and then she nods. "I used to believe in god too.. and like you.. I figure I ain't done as much good as I have bad... there's nothin' for me at the end of my own road." At the mention of Kurt, Rogue smiles and moves forward. When Tandy wraps arms around herself, Rogue does the most she can while making sure skin does not touch skin. Her hand returns to Tandy's shoulder, and she gives it a gentle squeeze. "Kurt sees something in you...he has a way of doing that. Seeing beyond whatever thoughts we got in our own minds, and he picks it out. He's like your own jiminy cricket, ya know?" She smiles, trying to be funny herself. Maybe it works. "Don't sweat it. Obviously you needed to vent, and I got nothin' but ears for you if you need them. Also, I would make sure Scott gave you like...a purple X or something..." To follow through with the last joke. "Walk sounds good, lead on." 

:'''{{#var:742|Tandy Bowen (742)}} has posed:''' "I kinda like purple, would probably go well with my uniform." Tandy says with a smile at the squeeze to her shoulder. "Until I met you guys, I'd have .. a higher body count most likely. Some of these scum don't deserve their light. The things they do to children for cash, or how they hook those on drugs and string them along until they have nothing left is terrible. But, Kurt wants to be my .. cricket and whisper things in my ear, about how I'm better than that, or .. something something .. salvation .. stuff.. I know he means well. I'd just rather use his mouth for kisses." She says with an amused grin. "I love him with all my heart. I just hope I don't break it by accident, or disappoint him." She says as she makes her way to the doors, opening them up to let the afternoon light flood in. She squints her eyes for a moment, then steps through as she gives a long stretch of her life. "I feel like all I do is vent. Every day I feel squeezed. Even now, beautiful day, but all I see is cancer." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Well the next time you're using his mouth for kisses, give him an extra hug for me..." Rogue says, stepping back and walking along as they walk to the doors of the church. "It's hard to view the world through the eyes of another. Especially when they're trying to...remake the veil that people try to see the world through. Some of us...that's an impossible task. We've seen too much, know too much..." Everything we've been through just tears that veil down." She looks around as the sun shines over them, peeking through the few clouds in the skies to bask the world in it's glow and warmth. Yet across the street is a man begging for change, there's sirens in the distance, a stray dog looking for scraps. So she gets it, but she doesn't say much more before taking a step out into it. 
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13303/Talking about The New Mutants and the future of them

2021-05-17T04:33:20Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' Having sent word to Dani to meet him at the war room, Scott Summers is currently settled in his chair and tapping away at the glass in front of him. He hums to himself as he pulls up one file after the other in front of him on the holographic display. Each one is lined up one by one in a neat and organized manner. He isn't in uniform today, just a pair of slacks and a button down shirt, evne on the weekend. He has some music on through a speaker, listening to some Foreigner from the 80's. It's his go-to music when he wants to focus and organize his thoughts. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar doesn't actually often appear in the war room these days, except when the team as a whole is summoned and she's not hip deap in something else. Today... well. There's nothing hip deep to wade through, so here she is. She steps into the room, pauses when she hears the music, and chuckles. "Don't you listen to anything modern?" Her tone is amused as she walks across the room. She pulls out a chair and sits down, across from Scott. Her brown eyes fall to whatever it is he's doing with the table, curious at what he's called her here for. Apparently, just her? "Am I early?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "What are you talking about? Foreigner isn't modern? I thought all the kids were listening to them." Scott says as he reaches over to tap the radio off, then tilts his head over to her. "No, you're right on time. Just you and me." He says as he gives a motion up to the files that float in the air. "I wanted to talk about responsibility and I was curious if you were up for some. The New Mutants program we created a few years ago in tribute to your group has been hit or miss. I've had several people come and go in charge of it, with mostly Sam taking the reins, but I feel that new blood can be injected into it." He leans back, scrolling his finger through the air. "Let's take a look at our current class. Shannon Lance, Jeremy Statton, Ted Gammage, Indira Bhandari, Edward Grayson, who goes only by Gray now for personal reasons .. Lucas Farmer, and Rosie McGowan. Technically only Shannon, Jeremy and Ted are on the New Mutants team, but the others are candidates, though there is some concerns clearly. This curent class appears to have quite a bit of trauma amongst them, as I will let you see through their files." "Granted, Jeremy is to graduate this month and I believe has already reported that he has not only been accepted to several prestigious universities, but Tony Stark himself offered him a job in the technology division. So, he won't be here much longer at least as a student." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar snorts a laugh. "No. Foreigner isn't modern," she says. "The kids all might have been listening to them when you were a teenager. Now it's new stuff." Dani doesn't specify, which means she probably doesn't listen to whatever the kids listen to these days. She waves a hand. "That wasn't a request to turn it off, you know. They have good music." The talk of responsibility is met with a blink. "Wait. What? What kind of responsibility are we talking about?" Now, she listens to what is being said, and files the list of names away. She nods about Jeremy. "So he'll be moving on then, most likely? Bigger and better stuff, yeah?" There's a gentle smile with those words, though she knows the kid has done good in the school. "When are the others due to graduate?" She starts looking through the files. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Well, Shannon is a Junior. Gray is technically a Junior but he's most likely being held back a few years because he was homeless and is dyslexic. He's well behind. Indira is also a Junior, so is Lucas. Rosie and Ted are sophomores." Scott says as he peers up at the files before him, then drags Jeremy off to the side with a finger. "Rosie is a gravity based mutant, was born and raised in a religious cult small town in the rust belt. She needs therapy. Gray lost both of his parents and then had .. trauma involving his grandfather which caused him to run away and live on the streets. Got addicted to narcotics. Has powers of invisibility. He needs therapty. Lucas Farmer as you know we rescued him from a Mutant Farm, in which they were abducting and creating mutant children. He was raised there as an infant and doesn't even know what a TV is. He not only needs therapy but an introduction to the real world. Low level telekinetic." Rubbing his chin, he sighs out. "Shannon Lance. Healer and wings. Wants to be an X-Man, a popstar, a designer, and I'm sure the next Gordon Ramsey. She wants to be great at everything, willing to lob herself into the fire headfirst into any situation. Has a hero complex and comes off as a cape chaser. She has big bright eyes. If her powers weren't such a liability, I'd honestly consider her to be a lock for the X-Men one day. I have other concerns that you can read in the file of course. Ted Gammage .. strong guy, invulnerability. Small town boy with big muscles. He's gentle, wouldn't harm a fly. Third strongest member in our school according to his physicals. Give him a few years and he'll be tossing Peter around the front yard easily." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar nods slowly. "Right. So at least a year moe for Shannon, Gray, Indira, and Lucas, and two for Rosie and Ted." While she looks over the files, she listens to what Scott is saying too. Therapy. Therapy. Therapy and an introduction to modern stuff. Liability. Gentle. "Therapy is possible. I can even give some myself. A little. But Shannon, I'm worried about. How long has she been with the school?" Sure, she could read it in the file, but she'd rather get a Scott's eye view of things. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Two years now. She's an exceptional student. Scores high on academics and physicals. She has a lot of great qualities about her. I think the main issue is that when she heals someone, she takes their wounds upon herself. It's hard for me to justify bringing her into a real field situation outside of using her for eyes in the sky and distance recon. She's gone on a few missions with the X-Men and faired decently." Scott says as he furrows his brows. "I think what worries me the most is that she's either built like a rock or she buries her trauma deep. She never seems phased when shit hits the fan. She gets up the same way every morning where most kids will be crying in their cereal, know what I mean? But, she's met Captain America a few times and looks at him like an icon." Is that a scoff in Scott Summer's throat? Perhaps a bit. He looks up to the Flags and Stripes a well, and he even knows his own presence amongst the mutants. He's as close to Cap as one can be in his position. "She's getting 'better' at taking orders and authority, but there has been times she jumps ship and does her own thing which has caused problems. She's young so that's to be expected and it's on me for bringing her to some of these." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' "And she hasn't gained any control at all over her healing abilities? In two years?" Dani looks surprised. She listens, nods, and chuckles. "Who /doesn't/ look at Captain America like he's an icon? That seems a fairly normal response. So, her healing is the only real issue? Has that been worked on?" Dani raises a brow. "Scott, /I/ jump ship and do my own thing more often than I like or any of the rest of you like." Dani's impulsiveness is a well known thing. The only difference is, Dani usually manages to come out on top in such situations. "Sounds like she just needs practice to me. And what sorts of issues do you see from the others? So, what sort of responsibilities are you talking about here? 'cause I asked, and you didn't say." She grins at him, as there's not meant to be any sting to those words. 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "It's just how her powers are. She's an empath healer, not a normal healer like Foley, or Triage. We've had her work with both of them, and it's just the way she's built." Scott says with a nod of his head. "Trust me, she's learned a lot in two years. Before it was touch someone and black out. Now it's more like she touches someone and she only gets about half of the injury back and she isn't as tired. She's put the work in. It's just a shit power in general in my opinion. It's how the DNA dice rolls sometimes." Scott says as he taps the side of his head where his visor is. "You jump ship with years of training under your belt. You're also a warrior well before you became a New Mutant." He points out as he picks up a mug of coffee for a sip. "But at the end of the day, I don't want to create more X-Men out of these students. Jean and I decided awhile ago we aren't poaching kids to beef our roster. We're teaching young children and sending them to college. The days of stealing kid's youth to become mutant soldiers is over." "As far as responsibilities go? I want someone who can work with Sam and evaluate them, run DR sessions for them, prepare them for the real world. I don't want more X-Men, but I want responsible adults who can go out and function in society and not become the next Magneto. They're all good kids, but they need love and affection that I can't give them, or Jean for that matter. They need someone to give them real attention outside of the classroom so they aren't bored." He presses his lips and taps a button on the control panel. "Just the other day, Ro' took them all to the bazaar for an adventure in shopping. They got attacked by a gang throwing rocks at them. Rosie created a builder and paralyzed a young girl, Jeremy EMP'd the entire city to erase the evidence and nearly killed himself doing it, and Gray went missing for two days which I need to follow up on. Rosie ran away and is currently missing, which terrifies me because she seems to be off the radar and I am praying she's not dead. See what I mean? These are good kids, they're just... kids ... " 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' "How much has she worked with them?" Dani pauses, and nods. "Well. That tells me she can learn to control it. Especially since she used to touch someone and black out. Sounds like she needs more practice to gain full control over her powers." She fixes Scott with a look. "No power is truly a shit power when properly trained and utilized. You know this. I'll get together with Henry and see if we can't come up with a lesson plan to help her get that power fully under her control." Dani eyes that cup of coffee, and leans back, folding her arms across her chest. She peers at Scott. "Where's /mine/?" She looks serious. But the thread of amusement lacing her tone is anything but serious. About the coffee, she's just being an ass. "True. I do have years of training and being a warrior. My grandfather taught me well." She chuckles. She sobers, and nods firmly. "I agree. We need diplomats and doctors and laywers and such far more than we need soldiers. I like that we're teaching these kids to lead lives that are as normal as possible now." She listens to what Scott says and thinks about that. "Hm. Are you looking for me to be doing this, or do you want suggestions on who would be good at it?" Her brow furrows at the results of the trip to the bazaar. "Yeah, I read about that. How's Jeremy? And how's Gray? Do we have any leads on Rosie?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "It's a shit power if someone takes a gunshot to the chest and she tries to heal them and ends up opening herself up and bleeding all over. That's two people down instead of one in the field. It's a liability power. I'd have to use her as a backup healer and have her utilized as more of a recon type." Scott says with an amused noise in his throat. "Trust me, she has /put the work in/ on her powers. Like, to an obsessive level. You have no clue what type of tornado she is. She's a lot like you. Stubborn." As he takes another sip of his coffee, he chuckles. "She is /so/ much like you. Natural leader also, or at least attempts to be. But out of the entire group, she's really the only one that has stepped up in an Alpha role. It's a good quality. I just have issues with taking a young girl who comes from a great family who love her to death, and a promising music career and putting her in a costume and telling her to fight bad guys. I'd rather see her pursue music. She's good at it, even has a hit single thanks to Andrea's label." He slides his mug of coffee over to her, half drank, giving her a grin. He doesn't have an extra mug or pot, but it's still warm. Black. "I am looking for you to lead it. I want to pull Sam off the New Mutants. He's been doing it going on three years and I want him back in the field as more of a full time X-Man. He's done a good job with the kids, but I know he misses the action and I've abandoned him a few times to babysit." He gives a thoughtful glance up at the monitor. "Jeremy is... okay, I think? He went right back to work the next day. He's autistic, very obsessive compulsive, sticks to routines. Gray? I don't know. All I know is that the log was triggered he came home a day later and I haven't sent anyone to reach out to him yet. I've been letting him have some time to himself. He is Jeremy's roommate." He furrows his brows, then shakes his head with a sigh. "I'm not good at this, Dani. I can take us into war and not blink but when it comes to the kids, I find myself keeping a distance from them. It's why I need someone like you who can reach out to them. They need a big sister, a mentor. A guide." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' "When you're a mutant, if you want to survive in this world, you have to be stubborn," she points out with a smile. She sobers again and considers. "Pursuing music might not be the safer option. Have you seen how many rocksters get hooked on drugs from the stress of that much fame?" Dani shakes her head. "She might be good at it, but will it be good for her is the question. Meh. Don't mind me. Does /she/ know what she wants to do yet? Or does she need an ear to talk to about that sort of thing?" She grins back and lifts the mug, takes a single drink of it, and slides it back over to him. "What about the others? Anything that sticks out to you about them? Strengths? Weaknesses? Things they need to work on? Things they don't?" Now Dani blinks again, completely taken aback. Despite being able to read emotions, she tries to tune that out as much as possible so as to not be reading things others might prefer be private. "I see how it is," she says, voice amused, but a little breathy with the tail end of the surprise his statement had given her. "Abandon /me/ to babysit." It's clear she's teasing, from the sparkle in her eyes. There's a nod about Jeremy. "Sounds about right." She nods about Gray as well. The gears might be turning in there. She shakes her head. "A leader I can be. A leader and a mentor, sure. Even a guide. But all of those and a big sister or a friend? I dunno. I can try. Are you sure you want /me/?" Dani's had her fair share of problems through the years too. Right now she's stable, at least. So that's a good thing! 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Mmm. I know that she is working on an EMS certification currently so that she can attend college in the medical field. See what I mean? Jack of all trades. Either way, not every popstar goes off to do drugs. I'm more concerned about her being a mutant popstar. But, her single was a hit. Sure, it was boosted by her friend's label, but it was /really/ good. I'm not going to admit to having it on my phone of course." Scott says with a wink to her. "The others? Jeremy is interesting. Barely passes most of his physical tests, but academics? He's off the charts. He is Hank smart. He retains data and spits it out as fast as a machine. He's not good at the social stuff but he's opening up. When he first came here, he wouldn't leave his room. He has an arrest record." He presses his lips together. ".. He was .. hurt .. really bad in juvenile hall. He's just now coming out of his shell, but the work he puts out? Jean uses him quite often for special projects. I haven't seen a technopath of this level before. He saved my brother's life the other day. But, Dani, my God.. you should read Hank's report." He taps his fingers along the table, giving a shake of his head. "I don't think outside of Shannon, anyone wants to be a hero. Everyone just wants to be a kid. Gray though is going to need a lot of work. He has trust issues, currently working on sobering up, but he's so behind in academics. He has a few tutors and his grades aren't 'terrible', but he has a really wide curve also to pass. We're being generous." "Ted just wants to be a normal kid at school. He was a promising football player in high school until his powers activated and he hurt someone really bad. It definitely affected him. He creeps around the school, scared to touch things now. I think he just wants to graduate and get a job. He's the one with the less issues." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar snorts out a laugh. "Of course you're not going to admit it, even though you just did," she points out. "I'll talk to her. See where things stand." She pauses there, and blinks. "Well shit. I guess I just accepted your ... I'm not sure if I want to call it an offer, or an order." She chuckles and shakes her head at herself. As he speaks of Jeremy being Hank smart, her lips twitch once, but she doesn't say anything. "Give me the condensed version of Hank's report. I'll read the rest later." She nods slowly about Gray. "If it needs to be done, he can always repeat a year of highschool. In these days, that's not that big a deal." She nods thoughtfully about Ted. "Maybe I'll see if Ted would like to toss a ball with me or something sometime." With her enhanced physique, she should be able to handle anything Ted can throw at her. Thank heavens for being a Valkyrie. "What about the others?" 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "The condensed report?" Scott says with a furrow of his brow. "Jeremy threatened to murder the kidnapper's entire family and came with receipts including home address, pictures of the neighborhood and his prior arrest record, and then overrode the car's computer to lock them inside, blow the airbags and slam on the brakes." He gives a rub of his hand along his stubbled cheeks. "The kid creeps around the school, barely saying a word, then goes online and talks shit like a professional gangster. I know that he leads a second life online, but .. there's dark, and then there is /dark/." He shifts his jaw. "They coughed Alex up though." "Mmm. Rosie again, raised in a religious cult like small town, told that as a mutant she's evil and a product of sin. Her mother still lives there and is in need of extraction I believe. They 'marry' the women off to adult men at a young age. They really take the old testament seriously. She has become very close with Gray and Jeremy. The trio of trauma kids are sticking together. Lucas? I don't know much about him since we just picked him up from the Farm. He doesn't question authority, most likely is scared that we will hurt him if he disobeys. He was held by guards his entire life. I can tell he's wound up pretty tight. Spends a lot of time in the library. He is the one who will need the most work from the start." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar blinks at that, and chuckles. "Well good," she says. "Sounds like he did what needed to be done. There are some people who live more online than they do in the real world. I know a few." She goes quiet again as she listens. "Hm. We'll need to find out for sure about her mother. I'm sure we can get an extraction team in there if she really is being held against her will." She nods. "Good. Kids need friends." She smiles. "And a kid who likes to read. I'll get along great with him." Wait. What? When has Dani ever actually been /seen/ in the library? Not very often! 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "He could be learning how to read for all I know." Scott says with a sigh. "I'm working with SHIELD now to find the rest of the kids. Either way, this is an offer, not an order. Think about it for a day or two, go over the files, get a feel for them." Scott says as he rises upwards and taps the table off, clearing the files away. "Got anything else for me? Otherwise, we can call it a night." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar nods to that. "He could be. Or maybe he just really likes books. Hard to say until he's asked. Or observed." She chuckles, then nods. "Lot of good people in Shield. If you need someone to consult with them, I already have clearance." She takes a breath and nods. "Offer, not order. I'm tempted to say yes, but I'll think on it for a day or two and let you know for sure. Mean time..." Yeah. In the meantime, she has files to read. "Jeremy Statton. Shannon Lance. Lucas Farmer. Rosie McGowan. Indira Bhandari, who you didn't say anything about. Edward Grayson, who goes by Gray. Ted Gammage. Did I leave any of them out?" She shakes her head at the anything else. "Only your take on Indira, I think. Nothing beyond that." 

:'''{{#var:114|Scott Summers (114)}} has posed:''' "Indira? Vegan. MMA fighter. Has electrical powers, much like Storm. If Shannon is the Alpha of the group, Indi would be her rival. Reminds me a lot of a girl from last year's class." Scott says with a small grin on his face. "She seems pretty well put together. Fierce and determined, next to Ted, probably the most physical of the group. She is very close with Jeremy, protective of him. I would consider her for the X-Men if I felt she wanted to go that route, but I'm not sure what her plans are. She has kept a low profile. Works hard, social butterfly around campus, not much else to talk about. Zero drama with her." He picks up his coffee mug to finish off the last of it with one gulp. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani Moonstar wrinkles her nose. "I will do what I can to sideline any rivalries." It sounds almost like she's already made up her mind to take on the role Scott has requested of her. "Zero drama is good." Dani waves a hand at Scott, but her eyes stay on the files. "Later," she says. That's it. She has studying to do! 
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13300/Into the Unknown

2021-05-17T00:01:10Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' It's early Saturday evening, the doors to Club Lux are - for some reason - unlocked but it's not quite high time for people to be showing up and doing anything just yet. The DJ is setting up, the bartenders are cleaning down the bar - maybe that's why the club is open. Some people know that if the doors are open they're allowed to come in. Others not so much and he still has a bouncer who knows who to let in and not. VIP Card Holders are a definite allowance. Lucifer, himself, is seated at the piano letting his fingers dance over the ivories in some light hearted tune that likely has no name or place among any genre. He's just vibing for the most part, as he's want to do sometimes. This place will likely start picking up in no time but until then he's basking in the time alone. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     And VIP Card holders are definitely allowed. In lieu of the club wear she'd worn the last time, Phoebe slips into Lux wearing jeans and a GOTHAM ROGUE's sweatshirt against the chill of the evening. The young woman's hair was braided and pulled back tonight, her dark eyes roaming over the club before she makes her way towards the sound of music, carting her backpack over one shoulder, listening to Lucifer playing the piano as she steps down to the dance floor, leaning against a handy piece of railing, her head tilting a moment as she tries to place the peice. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' Clubs of this scale are foreign places to Nevada. He's a homebody at the end of the day with his only claims to wealth and fame being in the sister beside him. Even dressed in properly upscale casual attire, he doesn't have the mannerisms that'd let him just fit in. He's a street dog in a clubhouse for well to do cats, and a fresh groom at Petsmart isn't going to hide that. It does not mean that he's not looking forward to the refreshments. "Swanky place. I didn't even know this place was out here." He says aside to Andrea as she leads the way past security and into the club. "So you performing tonight or just han--...ging out?" He voice trails as his head cocks towards the music of the piano, even if he can't make out the man behind it from the angle. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I'll do something if the owner wants me to, but I figured I'd just show you around to one of my new haunts. I like this place. They don't card me at the door and they just let me in, like I'm some type of celebrity." Andrea says to Nevada as she gives him an amused smile. She's wearing tonight a stunning red dress that clings to her body and hits at her knees, as well as a long black shoulder purse and a pair of black flats. Tilting her head at him, her brows lift upwards. "What's up? You like the piano? How come this is news for me? That's the owner. Lucifer Morningstar. That's a porn name if I ever heard one." 

:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' It's always presence before voices when people arrive at the club, and Lucifer continues to play the tune coming from his fingertips. There's no pinning the piece, it's nothing but what's on the top of his own head and he perhaps likes it that way this time. Of course he knows Phoebe is there, but since she's not said anything, he won't either for a moment. It's when he hears Andrea and the man accompanying her that he shifts his gaze up and over to the ones who have entered. "Well well. Not one but two of my favorite people in the same spot. How lucky am I?" This said as he continues to play. "Find yourselves bored? Or am I just the lucky one to obtain your presence tonight?" Then his eyes, those ocean blues, land on Nevada for a lingering moment. Something in his gaze. Recognition perhaps? His nostrils flare briefly and then he looks back to the piano, perhaps bringing the song to a close. "Lovely to see you Phoebe. Andrea. Who's your friend?" 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Phoebe had shot Andrea a look, but the WayneTech 'superhero memorabelia curator' steps to the side a little to give Andrea and Nevada room, seeming to melt a little into the background with her gray sweatshirt. She know Lucifer would know she's there -- easy enough to pick her out of the crowd, she thinks, but Andrea -- Miss Mutie Cutie herself -- and someone who bares a resemblance to Andrea? Well, she'll let them do their talking first. She simply slips a book out of her bag to look at in the light of the not-quite-open club. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "Eh?" Nevada blinks as he looks back to his sister like he'd been off in space for a second. "Oh. Uh, no. I mean, it's good, but I'm not listening to a whole ten track album of it." It's the name she gives that seems to give Nevada pause and he scratches his nails against the faintest shadow of stubble on his jaw. "Yeah. That, uh, definitely sounds pornish." As the man in question speaks from the piano, Nevada's curious look on him lasts a second at best. He's not rude in it. A glance and then he's subtly diverted to look at the air next to Lucifer, or just past, or perhaps admiring his shoes. Anywhere but on the owner's actual face. "I'm Nevada, Andrea's sister. It's a nice place you have here, sir." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' Giving a casual glance over towards Phoebe's direction as Lucifer calls out her name, Andrea offers up a brief smile before she continues forward, blowing some of her hair away from her face. "Like he said. My brother. Twin brother. Popped out at the same time, though I'm older by a few minutes." She says as she slips down into the VIP section to settle her purse into a compartment that she locks with a click. She tucks a few bills into Nevada's pocket with a grin to take care. "I'm treating him to the high life for a night." 

:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' "And you chose my place to bring him to do such. Well. Consider me tickled." Lucifer offers and then regards the three of them. His gaze shifts back to Nevada a moment and he inclines his head. "Pleasure is mine and welcome. I do hope you enjoy yourself." He motions towards the bar while moving to stand from the piano and then makes his way to behind the bar. "Ginger ale with a splash of grenadine for Miss Beacon." This as he makes that drink and sets it on the bar. "Blackberry martini for Miss Jackson." This might take another moment to concoct but Lucifer does it expertly and soon sets that drink on the bar. "And... for you?" Looking to Nevada then. "First drinks are always on the house, and then you can either pay by the drink or begin a tab." It's his usual spill that he says to all newcomers regardless. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "Thank you, Lucifer." Phoebe finally does speak, the young woman coming up to sit at the bar, and she gives a nod. "Miss Jackson, Mr. Jackson." she greets them politely, though a little cooly. Gothamites, man.     "I didn't realize you'd be entertaining so early, I suppose I'll have to try to get out of class sooner if I'm to catch you otherwise unoccupied." Phoebe adds, accepting the gingerale quietly and giving a sip. She's easily pleased. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "Uh, I'm a pretty simple guy. Negra Modelo if you have 'em." Nevada says, listing off a Mexican beer that he may not exactly be legal to drink but no one is asking either. "Or something in a similar vein." No fancy mixed drinks for him, it seems. He eyes his sister as she stuffs cash in his pocket with a quiet huff out of his nostrils but nothing more than that, as if this was a common argument that he'd lost before even starting it. "Yeah yeah, she likes spoiling me and then telling me I'm spoiled later." He does tease to her with a toothsome grin. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "You also have pockets and I don't stuff cash down my tits like one of the go-go dancers here." Andrea says as she takes the martini from Lucifer with a grin, followed by a happy sip from it. "You're just holding on to it tonight to pay the bill before we leave tonight. No tabs for me." She says as she tips a wink in the devil's direction. "If you have business with your friend, don't let me keep you. I figured I would beat the crowd to ensure I have my table and to show Nevada around before it gets crazy in here. He liked your piano playing by the way." 

:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' Lucifer smirks at Phoebe. "I didn't realize I was either. This is quite the pleasent surprise. Have you two met? Andrea, Phoebe?" Asking this as he shifts to grab the requested beer that Nevada requests. Could be he carries it. Could be he obtains it via supernatural means. Whatever works to get the client what they request. No one cards people in his club, which means that if you're over 18 and through the door, then you're able to drink alcohol. There's a tilt of his head before he offers a shrug. "I have no known business, unless I forgot, and it's hard for me to forget. I think you three just happened to come here early by coincidence. Which also means you have time to relax, settle in with a drink or two and beat everyone to the dance floor once the night gets started." He offers in smooth tones of dulcet nature and that grin never fades from his lips. "Unless there's business to discuss, of which I'm all ears if necessary." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "We've passed each other before, but never been introduced." Phoebe gives a warm smile, in her gray-and-yellow sweatshirt before she unzips it, taking it off. Beneath she's just wearing a WAYNETECH T-shirt, nothing fancy.     "I actually came with a question. There was an account coming out of China Basin in Gotham. Two Chinese tourists were kidnapped and held hostage by a gang that isn't known to Gotham." she states, pulling out a newspaper -- The Gotham Gazette -- and showing the headline. It's somewhere in the middle of the news.     "Usually when cops show up and they don't have to do much, it's because the local vigilantes did clean-up and tied everyone down. This time, they just found guns and dirty marks on the floor and scaffolding." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I don't have any business. I just came to party. You two have fun." Andrea says as she takes a sip from her drink, humming around the rim as she tilts her head a bit to listen in on the conversation with her heightened senses. She gives a glance over to her twin brother, leaning over to clink her glass against his beer. The news is interesting to her, but nothing she would jump in on in conversation. It's not her business after all. "So, what do you think, Nev? Gonna go dancing?" She says with a grin to her brother. "Also, when are you going to bring the girl by the Penthouse again? I miss her." 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "You have a clothing line. Get to pressing the industry for more chick clothes to have pockets." Nevada says to his sibling with a good natured snort of air. "But fine, I'll be your good-looking wallet for the night." And then it's not that he's eavesdropping since he's right in the area, but the canted head of Nevada suggests that his expectations of the offer to discuss business does not match with the business that Phoebe brings forward. He doesn't comment on it outside of that initial show of curiosity and looks back to Andrea as she talks. "I feel good enough to get some dancing in, sure. I'm not sure on Grace. I guess when she has break next, which is summer break I guess. So maybe a few weeks? She's up to her nose in test prep and papers right now. Hearing the horror stories is not inspiring me to follow suit." 

:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' Lucifer glances to the newspaper as Phoebe offers it over, giving it a read a bit and then raises a brow. "No Knight in Darkened Cowl to save the day, hmm?" Asking that with a little smirk before he pours himself a whiskey neat and takes a slow sip of it. "Not to be a cheeky ass, Phoebe, but you've just given me a handful of statements. What's your actual question?" His eyes turning to her then as he gives a grin. People are starting to slowly trickle in, the DJ is doing his final sound checks before seeming to begin actually spinning tracks, and the go-go dancers are getting into their cages. The night slowly coming to more life around them. If this was intended to be a private conversation, there's places they could have gone. Though he does give one more look to Andrea and Nevada, "You need anything, just let me know, yes?" 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "... have you heard of any new supernatural items going on in the area? If there's a new superhero, I've got to grab something for Mr. Drake's collection --" she states, and then, as an aside to Nevada and Andrea, to explain: "I work for Mr. Tim Drake. If I find something new from someone new for his 'superheroism' collection, there's a possible bonus for me." she states with a small smile, sitting up a little straighter. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask if you'd heard about bad guys disappearing into ashey, oily smears on pavement." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "We aren't too familiar with superhero types." Andrea says as she lifts her glass upwards to take a sip. "Though I have met an Avenger or three in my time at some parties. Mister Stark throws some wild ones. Got to sing at his birthday once." She gives a glance over to Nevada again with a small smile, then leans back into her booth as she gives a lick of her lips in thought. "I'm good, I don't need anything else. I may get another later in the night, but knowing Nevada, he will make use of your menu. He's a bottomless pit." 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "Sounds like a cool gig, though." Nevada chimes in after a sip of Mexico's finest. "Minus cheezing off someone that can nuke you from orbit, but I guess that'd keep life more interesting than getting a new stapler at work to stab reports with. I try not to jam my nose into the business of super-things. I happen to like it where it is on my face." There's a gesture to himself with a quick laugh, "I ain't exactly built to try stealing Superman's cape or something. Though now that she mentions it, yes, food is a battle that I am equipped to face at any hour. Super speedy robber? My stuff is that way, good sir. Got half a steak that you can't finish? By all means, give me a call." 

:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' "I'm afraid I'm sort of in the same boat at the moment, Miss Beacon. No one has come in here talking, bragging, or pawning any sort of anything in that department. Plus, I highly doubt most super heroes would want to come into a place like this." Lucifer gestures and then chuckles. Then again, another recent guest he had did sort of throw him for a loop, but that's neither here nor there. "However, if I hear of anything I will be sure to let you know." A glance to Andrea and Nevada then and Lucifer inclines his head. "Well we have all sorts of fares from appetizers to top grade sirloins and everything between. My kitchen staff will be happy to try and attempt to fill that pit you call a stomach." Then he chuckles, but he's keeping a keen eye on Nevada. Not all the time, a glance here or there, just because. The man's surely...intriguing. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     It was only a slight lie. After all, her face had been splashed accross the Gotham gossip pages and celebrity rumor rags alike, accusations ranging from 'gold-digging orphan girl' to 'extraterrestrial witch trying to entice Gotham Elite back to her home planet for 'chill and then eating your face!'.     Journalism's weird.     "It's not bad, on one side I have an excellent employer, my direct supervisor is pretty decent and I get to work with various charities. The bad thing is that I occasionally have to transfer different pieces from storage. Mr. Morningstar was kind enough to be my supporting arm as I recovered from an attempted mugging last time I dropped in." 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' There is a slight sniff at the air before Andrea hums to herself a bit, taking another sip from her drink. "It definitely seems like it could be a dangerous profession, I suppose if it pays good it may be worth the risk." Once she finishes her martini, she slides a menu over in front of Nevada so that he can partake in the sins spread out on the page. When other guests begin to arrive, she gives a look out to the crowds, looking to see if she can pick out anyone in particular from her last few jaunts. "How has the casino opening been? Are you fleecing the sheep for every coin?" 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' As far as sins go, gluttony may top Nevada's. Or maybe he has a tapeworm. The menu is collected with a quick pluck, which gives Nevada something to focus on than avoiding eye contact with the owner of the establishment. "I'm smelling the storyline for some new fantasy-horror movie, or Indian Jones Seven or whatever they're on. Maybe a bit of both, because why not at this point? He's survived Nazis, nukes, aliens, and God's magic steamer trunk. He needs a new challenge he can take on from the nursing home." "Oo, casino. I do like the controlled madness of Vegas, even if the nature of the city keeps me pretty busy when I was there." There's a pause as he glances over towards Phoebe. "Uber driving. Freelance thing, here and there. Ya know, nothing better to do, grab some lost soul and carry them off where they need to go and upcharge 'em on Saturday nights." 

:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' "You act as if I did some heroic salvation of your person. Which...is not my thing. At all." Lucifer quips with that ever-present grin towards Phoebe. "Though, you did pop in and recover for a bit. Which was a time after you came here with your friend, and she left her wallet behind. Amazing coincidences, don't you think?" Not that he would actually bring harm to Phoebe, but she had trouble in Gotham and wound up in New York. Like how does that really happen? Then his attention turns to Andrea and a brow raises. "Funny terminology you're using there. But the fleecing has been...decent. Some of the sheep leave behind plenty, some are smart with either their wins or losses. None the less, it's not put me into any misery just yet." A grin. "I do encourage you a round or two if you're keen on gambling. It's a evening for the way people word things. Nevada's comment about grabbing lost souls and carrying them off where they need go has Lucifer's ears perking just a bit. "I wonder what the going rate for lost souls is at this point. Purgatory must be getting a bit low these days since there's a few of you uber drivers around now, yeah?" 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     "Could be. I have faith in you." Phoebe replies with a dry smile, and she nurses her ginger ale, completely boring. Utterly boring.     "I somehow don't think Purgatory's any lower due to a lack of contracted cabbies." she remarks quietly, though she finds the turn of phrase amuzing. 

:'''{{#var:1790|Andrea (1790)}} has posed:''' "I don't know, I always see gambling as a lose-lose situation. Besides, I would probably smell the bullshit a mile away and fold 'em fairly quick. Rich people stay rich because they don't set their money on fire." Andrea says with a laugh as her shoulders lift upwards into a shrug. "And slot machines is just a throwaway. I'd rather just watch and cheer from afar. Kinda like sports, I guess. But boring." She gives a bit of a stretch, arms curling over her head for a moment to pop a few joints in her spine before she settles them in front of her again. She gives a glance towards Nevada, then subtly back towards Lucifer for a moment, brows lifting. 

:'''{{#var:9627|Nevada (9627)}} has posed:''' "Most rich people, anyway." Nevada says aside to his sibling. "Money has a weird way of making people crazy." Lucifer's comment earns a lopsided grin from Nevada from behind the menu. "I don't judge where people are going. Not everyone ends up home, sometimes they just need to get to the airport to wait for their next flight." The words are normal enough, but there's euphemism in his tone that's punctuated with a shrug. "Can't say I've been to a Purgatory, but I've heard of Burgatory. Good place. Burgers to die for." He looks to his sister's 'look' and gives her an easy grin. "Least drivers keep clubs like this in good standing. Drunk drivers don't happen, clubs and bars don't get sued; win win. We can look up the statistics later." 

:'''{{#var:735|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:''' Lucifer gives an amused scoff but doesn't say anything more. He's not really sure where to lead any of the conversation now, and the club is beginning to get busy. People are walking to the casino, the dance floor is bouncing and the bar is filling. It's going to be quite the Saturday night. "Well, you all have fun. If you need me just call, think, or have someone find me. I should never be too far off." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Phoebe gives a slight smile, and rises from her seat, tipping her bartender a fiver as she tucks the newspaper back into her backpack.     "And I'm not dressed for the evening. Have a good night, Lucifer." she states, and gives a nod to Andrea and Nevada.     "Miss Jackson. Mr. Jackson."     And then she hops up the stairs, exiting back out into the world. 
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13301/The Mutant Farm: Got some questions for you, Lucas

2021-05-17T00:00:44Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Into the library Jeremy goes as the Goth walks with a jingle and jangle of chains hanging off his hips and legs. He looks tired and run down today. Sliding off his backpack, he unlocks the padlock and opens it up with the zipper. Sliding out a sleek laptop, he opens it up in front of him, then gives a motion of his hand as the screen lights up, solid green with white text. He blinks twice as the password logs the machine in, then settles down in front of it with a thump. With a yawn, he reaches into a side pocket to take out a large energy drink and cracks it open with a hiss, then takes a sip. He gives a lazy glance to the screen from behind his thin glasses as two windows launch, one of which appears to be a overhead satellite view, and the other is several images of streets in New York City. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Contrary to everyone's beliefs, not only grand-mas have a hard time with computers: anyone who never used a computer is faced with the same incertitudes, worries and.. scares to break it. This is the case for Lucas, and - despite being reasured that he /cannot/ break it - the young mutant seems a bit wary as strange beeping sounds come out of the computer as he hits a couple keys. Of course, Lucas woud sit at the back of the Library, trying to be as invisible as possible. The denizens of this school still felt strange to him. But a few of them - like Jeremy - had found a way to make it feel better. Coincidently, said Goth just walked in the Library, the sound of chains always alerting Lucas, for some reason. Leaving the computer to compute things he has no clue about, Lucas stands and walks over to Jeremy, his pace silent like a prey trying to avoid being heard. "Hi Jeremy," comes his calm and low voice. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Glancing upwards from the laptop, Jeremy's eyes settle on Lucas's from across the way. He looks exhausted, possibly from crying as he slips his glasses off. He offers up a quick smile to the new boy, one that is forced and strained. He puts his glasses to the side and rises upwards a bit, knuckling at his eyes. << Hey, Lucas. >> The voice from his phone chirps at his shoulder. As usual, it's modulated to sound soft and friendly. By now, his hair is hanging at his shoulders, long and black colored with dark brown roots. << You doing okay? >> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' As he closes the distance between them, a frown appears on Lucas' usually inexpressive face. Kids not doing well, the new guy at the school knows about it, having seen them a lot where he comes from. There could be many reasons for a kid to look unwell, and most of them aren't good reasons in his book. "I am fine," he says, with the same low voice. "But you look bad, Jeremy." He then glances around, as if to make sure no one was around or hearing them, as he asks, almost whispering, "Were you beaten?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Squinting his eyes at him, Jeremy gives a shake of his head. << No, of course not. No one here hurts each other. It's just that there was an accident in the city and Rosie hurt someone really bad with her powers. A local. She ran away, scared. We can't find her yet. She's lost in the woods somewhere in Salem and she doesn't have her phone. I can't find her. >> The young Goth eases down into his seat again as he brushes his fingers along the top of his computer. << Satellites are slow to update their imagery and I have to be careful so not to be caught. She left a trail of destruction though. >> He lets out a loud sigh as he rubs at his face again, giving a sniff. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Jeremy's answer is both reassuring and reinforcing what he was told about the school, that no one hurts anyone. In the other hand, hearing about Rosie is slightly upsetting. This is the first he's heard of an incident involving Rosie, the other student that came to him the other day with presents. Curious, and unaware of computer etiquette, Lucas moves to stand behind Jeremy, to look at the windows that Jeremy opened on his laptop. "She is lost, we can go look for her? If she left traces behind her, she should be easy to find." Yes, isn't it that simple? "Or use dogs. They used dogs where I come from, to track... people." For some reason, he's not mentioning the Farm directly. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << We have better than dogs. We have Logan, Dr McCoy, Miss Grey. Those with powers to track easier. I am just trying to do some pre-emptive work to give them some type of direction. I don't know. I just feel useless. >> Jeremy says as he leans back into the chair, rubbing at his face a few times with his knuckles. On the screen is a slowly refresing website of a camera feed. There is the woods with several trees knocked over. << Gray was trying to track her but she outflew him, so he came back empty handed. He's upset also. I don't know how to make him feel better. I'm not good at dealing with humans, just machines. >> As his fingers slide along the keys again, he taps a few more times on it with a sigh. << Hey, can I ask you some questions about the Farm? >> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' And Lucas isn't the most useful either when it comes to comforting others or even dealing with humans. All he can offer is a simple, "I'm sure they'll find her, and she will come back. I wish I could help her." That said, still standing behind Jeremy, Lucas nods, his eyes riveted on the screen, mesmerized by the satellite image appearing on it. "I do not know much about the Farm" he says, "I will help you. What do you want to know?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << I want to know if you have any names. I have dug around deep in the files that was left behind, but I need to know more. Do you have names of leadership? I can probably find information on them and help pass it along to Shield. >> Jeremy says as he gives a motion of his hand along the keyboard and the windows swiftly change, to that of the destroyed rubble of the Farm. He starts to pull up files that he was able to extract, running a script to continue backing it up to an external drive on their Intranet. << The X-Men are moving forward with plans to find the rest of the children. Just any extra information would be great. >> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' The images of the now destroyed Farm visibly bring some bad memories to Lucas, as he steps back instinctively at the view of what was his former /home/. For a moment, the lad remains silent, eyes on the images as his brain is filled with images from the past, not so distant past that he can't feel the same emotions now than he did then. "I'm not sure," he finally says, "Most of the guards were Joe, or Frank, Jack." He pauses, trying to remember the names of those higher in the chain of command. "I think I heard a client once, talking to the Owner. They were standing at a distance, and... The client said something like, Hey Ray... or maybe Gray? I'm not sure." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Nodding his head, Jeremy taps along the keys as he filters through the images at various rooms down below the surface, most of which appear to have been destroyed either by the Juggernaut or on their way out to cover their tracks. He takes the names and starts running them through their database of employee files. << I am sure we captured most of the lower level employees and guards. But if you are able to find a name of the clients, that would be very helpful for me. If not, do not worry. I will still find them, it just may take longer. >> He gives a slow blink of his eyes as he turns his attention back to him, tilting his head to one side. << Be strong, Lucas. >> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Oh, he's strong and resilient. And determined to help as much as he can. As the images of the various rooms appear on the screen, triggering as many memories, Lucas closes his eyes. One of the images in particular, brought back a specific memory. The images of one of the destroyed fake-barns on the surface, by the electrified fence. "Wait! There!" Lucas cuts in, pointing at the image of the barn. "Yes... wait..." He's trying hard to remember. "Yes. There was a huge thunder storm that day, and the fences were deactivated. Guards were all over, screaming... Yes, and one of them said, /Go talk to fourteen/... I mean, not /fourteen/... more like Forteen... And it was someone in command, because I never heard of a guard with that name." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of his head, Jeremy glances over towards the list of names that scrolls swiftly in front of him on a side window. It starts to slow down, then pauses on a single name: Raymond Fortin. He gives a click of his tongue as the name higlights, then he taps a few keys to start running a search in the deep, dark web. He is going to attempt to find as much information as possible. His role in the Farm, any type of connections, bank accounts. <> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Lucas leans forward, reading whatever he can on the man. He only has a normal brain and a few education, so reading takes some time. Nonetheless, Lucas can easily see that said Fortin has an interesting background. Former member of the Canadian Forces, 2nd Airborn - the unit that was disbanded after some /incident/ in Somalia, involving the beating to death of a teenager boy. Then Fortin was reassigned to the UN Peace Mission in the Balkans, where once again, he was involved in the illtreatment of disabled kids in an hospital. Discharged from the Canadian Forces. The information then becomes blurry, as no official records seem to provide much more information than the usual annual income reports, which, in the other hand, show a steady increase in revenues. Lucas finishes reading, most of it making no sense to him, "Do you have a picture of him?" 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' <> Jeremy's voice chirps again as he continues to type along the keyboard. He sets up several firewalls, then goes about looking to backdoor in through a government agency to try and spy on this man's files, hopefully complete with a photo. He props his chin up in the palm of his hand, blowing some strands of bangs away from his face. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' It take some time, the computer is accessing data from all over, guided by Jeremy. If there is would it be only one photo of this Fortin online, the Goth will fish it out. And it is exactly what happens. On the screen appears a photo of a group of soldiers, visibly taken from a book, showing members of the 2nd Airborn in Somalia, before the /incident/ that prompted their return to Canada. Nameless soldiers stand in front of a tent with a sign - Camp - 2nd Airborn. Reading along the short description, it mentions that members of the 2nd Airborn were mostly discharged after the Court Martial, and that all of them were such proud members of the unit, they had the word /Airborn/ tattooed on the inside of their lower lip, which would not be visible when smiling. At the view of the group picture, Lucas jumps on his feet, his stress level raising as he points at one of the men. On the photo, the man must be in his twenties. "Him, there! I have seen him at the Farm. But he looks way older now. His hair are white now. But I'm sure it's him." Looking a bit more at the photo, Lucas then shakes his head, "I dunno the others." 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' Giving a nod of his head, Jeremy zooms in on the soldier, then saves the photo to the file that he is building. He gives a scratch of his arm over his shirt with his rough fingernails, those that appear to have been chewed on a bit and painted black. << Okay. So it looks like he is the second in command. This is really good information, Lucas. It's going to help out a lot I think. I will make sure to send this up to SHIELD when I can, once I complete my findings. >> He tilts his head over to him, giving him a smile. 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Visibly shaken by the view of the images of the Farm and its henchman, Lucas nods,sighing. "Okay. They said I have to talk to these /shields/, but I am still waiting." He takes a deep breath, "I doubt I can tell them much more, I have seen things, but I can't show them what I saw. It's in my head." Figures. Then Lucas turns on his heel, announcing. "I will eat then go look for Rosie." Yes, that simple. They told him he can do what he wants, and looking for a lost friend is better than wasting his time with trying to understand how to use a computer. 

:'''{{#var:9604|Jeremy Statton (9604)}} has posed:''' << Don't worry about Rosie right now. I know they will send out a search party. But, when you talk to SHIELD, it's a government agency. Filled with people who protect the world from threats like the Farm. If you need help, Miss Grey can use her powers to look into your head and show the others what you see. She can see through your eyes, and your memories, as long as you're willing to allow her to. She won't do it without your permission. >> Jeremy reaches out to give his hand a squeeze, curling his fingers around his for a moment, to give him a bit of strength. He knows that shaken look so well, one that he has seen in the mirror, in Gray's face, in Rosie's. << The last time we saw Rosie was miles away though, deep in Salem Center. It'd take some time for us to get there, we'd have to drive. >> 

:'''{{#var:9964|Lucas Farmer (9964)}} has posed:''' Lucas reciprocates the squeeze on the fingers, maybe just a bit too much. While most people at the school consider him like a kid, he's quite tall for his age, though not very muscular. Another thing that he possesses at a higher rate than teenagers of his age, is determination and frustrations that could last for a lifetime. "Yes, I'm sure someone will look into my brain, isn't it all they wanted to do to me, back there?" Anger joins frustration as the emotions build up. "You said you could drive, didn't you? I mean," he looks around at the grand library with its computers, plush chairs, amazing collection of books. "I'm safe here, I can do what I want. But I can do /nothing/. This looks like a Farm, with better furniture. How far could I walk, before someone came to bring me back?" As he vents out his frustration, large books on the shelves start to shake, some slowly sliding out of the shelves. 
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13293/Someplace in Chinatown...

2021-05-16T20:31:48Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' WHEN! -- SOmetime in the not too distant future. Exact time maleable. WHERE! -- Someplace in New York's chinatown, a little dumpling shop with a room above it that once upon a nevermind and sometimes not so once-upon-a-nevermind... gets used by an unlicensed doctor to treat those that cannot go to an ER easily. They exist all over the place, it is the nature of the underworld. And why Hank McCoy would know if it is a question nobody should currently be asking. He asked Vitali and Zhao to be a part of this little experiment, but by its nature it couldn't take place on school grounds. Not to mention, they can't get easy ACCESS to the school grounds. And so here we are, in a little room that has some equipment and a sterile surface, but nothing that would be considered high tech. Hank asked SHannon to bring her A-Game, get a good night's sleep and no arguing and to get a good, hearty breakfast and lunch in, before she even considered coming out to play hookie with one of her teachers. So this is where they're at. Hank brought a few devices, but nothing particularly high tech. A Sphygmomanometer that's manual and works only by milibars of mercury and a hand pump, a Lie detector, also known as a Goose-eeg, which reads electrical signals of the brain without programming and a few other gadgets. 

:'''{{#var:9835|Xiang Zhao (9835)}} has posed:''' Having been requested to a place he comes occasionally anyway, here Xiang Zhao is. He has lent his help here from time to time when having wounds heal faster than their normal was a beneficial thing. And when he was in the neighborhood and not on a hunt or drained of energy. There is a soft knock on the door, soft, but at the same time, almost sharp, for the thing knocking is not knuckles, but a folded up fan. Folded up precisely for the knocking it had done. There is only the one rap of sound, and then the door opens to reveal Xiang Zhao with Vitali at his heels. He steps into the room, expression and body language both calm and serene. His left back is being tucked at the small of his back as he steps forward. His long, dark hair is partially bound in a half tail, secured with that curved white hairstick he prefers. The rest trails down his back in an inky waterfall to his waist. That dark hair shows a hint of red to it, perhaps a reflection of the bright red robes he wears today. There's a pattern in shades of red to those robes, that looks almost like flame due to the color, but is in fact lilies.The sleeve of his inner robe is a matching red, and that of his outer shirt a pale cream. As he walks into the room, Zhao flips that fan open again, and waves it slowly back and forth, wafting the breeze up into his face, a thing that stirs the two long strands of hair that hang loose to either side at his temples. He looks at the things curiously as he walks a slow circuit about the room, having a glance at this, a bit longer of a glance at that over there. "What are we doing today, Doctor?" he asks, as he comes to a stop facing the blue furred beasty he'd just spoken to. His voice is, as it always is, soft, calm. Both things habitual. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Certainly, it was odd for Shannon's teachers to contact her, instead of the other way around. Twice now, though, it had been Dr. McCoy, and this request told her something was most definitely up. Given that it involved her A-game, told her that her healing gifts were likely to come into play. Sleeping well and eating heartily was not even a question in this case. When she did eat, she made damn sure it involved high amounts of protein and calcium, as well as leafy greens--visualize a giant omelette with spinach, swiss cheese, sausage, and mushrooms stuffed inside here. Top that off with some green tea for antioxidants and a light caffeine boost, some fruit juice for vitamin C, and she was good to go.      She was dressed in some loose-fitting turquoise cotton pants, a loose-fitting sleeveless tunic shirt to match, and made sure to have a bag packed with a change or two of clothing in case things got a bit messy. She also, as always, had her little brown leather bag, with its assortment of minor first-aid goodies--and two highly treasured business cards, though one had become slightly dog-eared over the past couple years. Her shoes are those daisy-toed flip-flops she tends to favor sometimes--though there are likely other shoes in her backpack if need be. For once, she actually looked a touch apprehensive, even a little bit fearful, glancing between Dr. McCoy and the equipment in question. 

:'''{{#var:9847|Vitali (9847)}} has posed:''' With an invitation being extended to include his presence as well, Vitali has come along with Zhao. He isn't familiar with Chinatown -- he's only been here once, and that wasn't a particularly good visit. And so, he walks with Zhao, following along with him. He's neat, tidy and clean. He wears one of the few outfits that he has -- a pair of black steel toed boots, black jeans, and a dark purple turtleneck. His long hair is damp and tidily caught at the nape of his neck and braided down the length of his back. Sitting on his left shoulder is his eagle, Soraya, her feathers lightly ruffled up as she rests at ease there. She's calm and watchful of their surroundings. He waits beyond the door, with Zhao, and then follows after him when he enters into the room. He's been a little quiet, along the way. Once within the room, he tilts his head a touch to one side, looking things over, and one of his eyebrows quirks up a touch. "Have never seen similar things," he says softly, a flicker of curiosity to his voice. After looking things over for a longer moment, his gaze turns to the Doctor, and he gives a small nod. "Good day, Doctor," he says softly, a small smile touching at the corners of his lips. His gaze turns towards Shannon, and he gives a small nod to her, a gesture of greeting. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "Ah, welcome, come in, come in..." Hank checks the sticky pads of the EEG whilst people arrive, looking most specifically at Shannon. Forehead is clear, lots of nice attachment points, good good good. "I asked you two here, to help me help Shannon in some of her studies. Both of you have healing gifts that are very separate from the ones Shannon possesses and are not grounded in any medical practice specifically." He says this in english, then helpfully repeats it all in Russian and Chinese, which he will do the entire time that this is occuring. All further language should be considered to be said in all three tongues so that there are no miscommuniques! He gestures to Shannon, getting the EEG pads ready. "I need to hook you up to the EEG. I want to measure your brainwave activity and your pulse oxymetry when you're healing, but I do NOT want you to extend the fullness of your ability on the injury at hand. I asked Zhao and Vitali here, just in case you overdo it, Shannon." Here he turns to both the men in the room. "I want this to be clear. I heal very quickly. The term for it is regeneration, so there is little to no risk to me. There is however, in Shannon's response. I need to ask you to make sure she doesn't take on more than she should... because we will be able to measure her help, against healing without her help. Allow me to demonstrate," having hooked up the EEG and left the angel girl to put the pads on her forehead, he takes a scalpel to his own palm, cutting a long line there and holding it up so all can see how long it takes to close up. Overall, the cut is gone in about a minute. 

:'''{{#var:9835|Xiang Zhao (9835)}} has posed:''' Xiang Zhao turns his head to glance to the Siberian. He nods. Agreement. "I have never seen these. None. What are they for?" He turns his dark eyes from said Siberian to rest firmly upon Hank. His brows raise a bit at the explanation. "I know almost nothing of medical practice. I can bandage a wound, or burn with hot metal, but nothing more complicated than those." He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. "I do not heal as ah'Tali or Shannon heal. My magic convinces your body to heal at double what it normally would." There are things said then, and translations, and despite this, he doesn't understand some of it. "What is an ee ee gee?" With that, he goes quiet, for the moment, watching with interest everything being hooked up. Having been reassured that the Doctor isn't in any actual danger, the fan continues waving calmly even while the blue furred ghost's palm is cut. Once the cut has healed, he looks up to Henry. "Interesting." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon's actually a bit hesitant to let herself get hooked up to the EEG, but relents, pulling her hair back away from her face and using an additional headband to ensure her bangs stayed clear. "You realize how rare it is for anyone to ask me to actually -use- my gifts instead of restraining them, right? It's been about learning to do without them, rather than see how far they could go. Okay, there was that time a couple years ago that you had me help miss Burkle out, but that was very, very unusual. Most of the time... it's learning to do without them, or restrain them, rather than try to really -understand- them. They scare people." She sighs softly, ducking her head. "Sometimes they even scare me. But I can't always just do nothing."      As she sees Dr. McCoy take the scalpel to his own palm, though, one hand darts out to reach for his wrist, and try to heal him. But his regeneration is too quick, and she can do nothing for now. 

:'''{{#var:9847|Vitali (9847)}} has posed:''' The dark gaze of the Siberian turns towards the doctor, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. There's a flicker of curiosity that shows in his eyes as he listens, and he glances briefly towards Zhao before his attention turns back to the doctor. "Have magic healing, have knowing of healing with herbs," Vitali says, a thoughtful tone to his voice. He glances towards Shannon for a moment, studying her, and then his attention again turns back to the doctor, and he gives a small nod. One of his eyebrows quirks at the demonstration of scalpel to palm, and he makes a soft sound of appreciation as he gives a nod. He wishes that he could heal that quickly! He is, alas, not gifted with any enhanced healing, as of yet. "Am not knowing what... things... do," he says, lifting a hand to gesture towards the machines. That hand lifts then to Soraya's chest, to lightly stroke her feathers. "Is okay for Soraya being here?" he asks, tilting his head a touch to one side. "Abilities, gifts, are for using, not for hiding. Not for closing away. Gift cause harm, da, but... is hard for believing is not way to work with such. Healing I have, is same as others in family, da? Can heal from little part of wound to all of wound," Vitali says, his tone thoughtful. "People scare easy, sometimes. Da? Have different thing, have unexplained thing, mean people be afraid. In home, sometimes, people outside fear power of me. Is thing. Is not meaning is bad," he adds, his brow furrowing a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy wipes off his palm and addresses the curiosity of the moment. "EEG - stands for Electro Encephalography. It measures the pulses given out by the brain and records them as signals on the paper. The more the signal, the greater the divergence on the page. We will be able to see what areas..." indicating the various electrodes that connect to the spinnels on the page "...work hardest when Shannon exerts her gifts." He picks up the pulse oxymeter. "This device measures the rate of her heartbeat and also the level of oxygen from the air in her blood, a measure of how exerted she becomes, as we would expect to see a small drop in the oxygen levels if she exerts a lot of energy. It measures from zero... which is well... dead... to a hundred, which is fully working lungs." That being said, he listens to the methods of healing. "Both are significantly helpful if she loses control over her gift. Shannon does not heal an injury, she takes it on herself. This I find to be a very self-defeating kind of mutation and it is likely the beginning of something she has yet to control. I think her aura, her ... biofield... extends out of herself and transfers energy to repair, degrading her own energy as a result. This is not good. So I wish to see if she can do much as Zhao here does... instead of taking it, I want to know if she is capable of just speeding it. This we can measure, as it takes about a minute for a shallow cut on myself to heal. If it is quicker, she will have managed to do it. If it disappears entirely, well, then you gentlemen may have to step in. But the nature of -our- gifts," he gestures here to Shannon and himself "...tend to be directly related to stress levels. It is simply a biproduct of mutation as opposed to talents learned and schooled over time." INhaling, he looks to Shannon now. "And because of that, I am going to have to stress her out a bit, to get her gift to ignite. Gentlemen, bare in mind everything I have said about -myself-..." And with that said, he slits his own wrist, from radius to humerous, diagonal across all veins and arteries beneath. The blood is sudden and plentiful, which is a bit... stressing. 

:'''{{#var:9835|Xiang Zhao (9835)}} has posed:''' Zhao, on the other hand, had just watched passively as the cut healed itself, trusting that the Doctor knew what he was about. It really would be nice to heal that quickly, but Xiang doesn't, so there's no real use wishing, is there? "Mm. People fear what they do not know or understand," says Zhao. "Fear of something does not make that thing bad." Clearly, he agrees with Vitali on that score. He listens as the Doctor explains what an EEG is and what exactly that means. He nods slowly. It makes sense that the brain gives off signals. It really does. Energy is something Xiang does understand, it would appear. At least in so far as his magic goes. As oxygen is mentioned, he looks to Vitali, remembering a conversation about oxygen once. Again, a slow nod as he understands at least the concept of what's being explained. "Mine works by forcing the energy channels to align properly." Which likely allows the body to heal at the maximum efficiency possible. "If it would be helpful, I can show you what I do. Shannon has experienced it once." He nods once again. "When I first started learning, I could only convince a body to heal slightly faster than is normal." He goes quiet and nods about remembering things that have been said. And as the wrist is slashed so brutally, that fan does not stop it's slow motion. Even with the appearance of the blood, the fan doesn't stop, nor even pause in the slightest. Zhao, at least, is perfectly calm in the moment. "Will this severe an injury heal in about the same amount of time as a cut to the palm?" He sounds curious, but there is no stress to his voice. Nothing but a serene calm. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Son of a bitch...." Indeed, that quick, deep, long cut alarms Shannon to no end. While yes, she does know Dr. McCoy's regeneration would let him heal in just a few minutes from a deeper cut like that, it's still a few minutes in which a fair amount of blood could be lost. This, she could not allow to happen. There was no need for her to restrain her gifts. Anybody with even the slightest modicum of knowledge of anatomy would realize that most, if not all of the veins and arteries in that area of the arm would have been sliced open.      Without even a second thought, her hands dart out, closing around Dr. McCoy's forearm. First, in a bid to hold the wound closed and staunch the bleeding. But as she closes her eyes to try and restrain her gift, it's a little bit too late. The connection between her biofield and her mentor's is established, quick as thought, and the transference of the wound begins. She hisses softly as her body begins to draw on the injury, to absorb it and blunt the pain that he must be feeling. In turn, her own flesh, pristine and whole, begins to part, and her blood begins to flow from the ensuing cut instead. The needles on the EEG swing wildly to and fro, as the whole process is taking place.... 

:'''{{#var:9847|Vitali (9847)}} has posed:''' There's a blink, and then another blink, and Vitali gives a small shake of his had. A whodsywhatsit? He stares at the doctor, and there's not a hint of recognition at all for what an electro encephalograph might be. He tilts his head faintly to one side, glances to Shannon, and then looks back to the doctor. And he gives a small nod, at the last part explained about working lungs. He looks towards Zhao for a moment, but his own understanding of lungs and how they work is likely less -- he knows how lungs are supposed to feel to his senses whilst working inside a body, how they're not supposed to feel and how to fix them with his magic. It's a different sort of understanding that he has. "Try to figure out how parts work together for making healing?" Vitali asks softly, a bit of curiosity to his voice. He blinks a little bit, again, then tilts his head slightly to one side. "Biofield?" he asks, speaking the word with uncertainty and some hesitation. This, he doesn't understand. Then he gives a small nod. "Can heal whenever have need," he says, a small smile coming to his features. It uses energy, but since the cut isn't expected to be too bad then it shouldn't use much in any particular go. He stays near to Zhao, not feeling any particular need to move to anywhere else in the moment. He tilts his head slightly to one side when Hank says he'll need to stress out Shannon, and then... then there's a lot of blood. And that much blood is generally a very bad thing. He shifts his weight slightly forward but doesn't take the step, remembering what had been said. Without looking away from the doctor, he looks over the wounds. "Would expect longer. Deeper cuts," he says quietly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. It's only when Shannon's gift has done it's work and the cuts have been fully transferred that Vitali steps forward and towards Shannon. Lifting his left hand, he brings his fingers to rest upon her forearm, his concentration focusing and a faint murmur of sound slipping past his lips. He is calm, and at ease, solid in his knkowledge of what his healing is able to do. This, Shannon has experienced before, and there's a slight warming around the wounds as he uses his healing to close them and leave nary a scar behind to the flesh freshly knit back together. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy looks ever so slightly annoyed in the wake of all of /this/. He does however, cast a glance to the EEG, which shows that a lot of activity occurs when she intends to do, but instinctual gut reaction takes over. Different areas of the brain fire up, when intent and instinctual gut-reaction occur. He replies to Zhao: "About two minutes, three at the outside for one such as this. But we have learned something," and here he looks to Shannon, narrowing his eyes to half-mast and sniffing with a twist of nose and lips to the side. "Miss Shannon here, acts before she thinks." He reaches for a rag to clean off his arm of blood, providing a fresh one to Shannon also, because yes: Lots of blood. 

:'''{{#var:9835|Xiang Zhao (9835)}} has posed:''' Xiang Zhao tilts his head as he watches. "Biofield seems to be another word for internal energy. Qi." He doesn't seem to mind Vitali standing near to him. And even as Vitali leans forward, Zhao reaches out with that fan and places it between Vitali and the Doctor. Once he's satisfied that the Siberian isn't moving forward any further, only then does Zhao withdraw his fan. It goes back to waving lazily, wafting a breeze gently toward his own face. This time, when the Siberian leans forward, Zhao doesn't interfere. This time it's to do what had been asked of him, to heal Shannon. He waits, the fan waving slowly. Up until the point where the wound has been healed. Then there's a sharp snicking sound, accompanied by the softer sussuration of silk on silk, as the fan is closed in a single fluid motion. And what does Zhao do then? Well, Zhao does what a Zhao does best. He reaches out and thwaps the fan right to the middle of Shannon's forehead. "Think before you act." But oh no, Zhao's not done. The fan flicks out and points straight at Henry, but without any thwacking this time. "The point of this excercise is to teach Shannon to control, not react on instinct. If you give yourself such damage, she is not going to control it, but react on pure instinct. A less severe wound would be a better idea." Zhao dark eyes go back to Shannon, and the fan flicks open with that soft sound of silk on silk, but no snap this time. He goes back to waving it. "Can you bring your qi to the fore consciously? Like what you did, your qi touched the Doctor's, only hold it out, without the touch?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      This time, when Shannon's hands come up, they're to cover her face, her wings snapping into place in front of her like a warm, feathery shield. But it's not quick enough to block Zhao's fan from striking her on the forehead like a naughty puppy caught in the act of piddling on the carpet. "Owwww...! Sorry!"      She sighs a little bit, and shakes her head. "I don't know. Every single time I use my gift, it's relied on touch." She frowns, chewing her lower lip. "I've... been able to use it as a diagnostic tool, partially restraining it. A full healing wouldn't take place, but... it's very, very difficult to hold back. Everything in me screams to make that person's pain stop." 

:'''{{#var:9847|Vitali (9847)}} has posed:''' Once the healing has been done, Vitali eases his hand away from Shannon's arm and then he gives a small nod to the winged woman. He looks towards Hank, and there's a slight flicker of what might be amusement that shows in his dark eyes. Lifting his right hand, he focuses his concentration again before making a faint gesture of his fingers at the same time as what he murmurs something -- it's not Russian, but it's centuries older. Water, cool and soothing, washes over the arms of Shannon and Henry both, whisking away the blood and drawing all of the blood to it from where it may have fallen upon clothing and the like, including the rag that Henry holds. The separate streams of water pull together into a twining sphere of it, lowering to the floor to gather up any blood that had spilled there as well. Vitali gives a slight flick of his fingers, and the water simply is gone, sent back from whence it had come. He hadn't minded that Zhao had blocked him from stepping forward -- the sight of so much blood is a thing that causes a sort of gut instinct reaction to act. He looks to Zhao, and one of his eyebrows quirks up at the thwap of the fan to Shannon's forehead. Tee! It's not him, this time! He -knows- what that's like! He wisely doesn't comment on it. And he moves then to step back a bit, watching Zhao and tilting his head faintly to one side as he listens to the questions posed. He tilts his head a bit to one side, looking over to Shannon. "Need to quiet scream. Da? Want to stop pain, is good, but not good if kill self to do. Maybe... feel wound first, fix only little bit. Leave rest. Maybe will work, maybe not. Am not knowing," he offers, a soft tone to his voice. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' Henry McCoy watches the wonder of the whisking away of blood with a child-like expression on his face. Sometimes, a gift really does elicit that sense of awe. It ends with a grin and then sobriety as he looks from the vanishing ball of water, to Zhao. "I apologise. However, Vitali demonstrated it and expressed it very well in his own way: when it comes to the moment, it is very hard to hold back. It is a difference in training, whether in practical measures or mystical means. For you and I, master Zhao, we can clearly perceive what must be done, because of that specific training. For those that react to lessen the pain, it is harder to look beyond, despite what they are told. I wished to see how much must be worked upon and we have an answer." He looks back to Shannon then, nodding to her nodding toward Vitali's suggestions, but couching it in more western terms. "You know, in your conscious mind, that what I am doing to myself is not fatal. You have had it demonstrated to you, how fast I heal. You -know- this. Now, you must take that knowledge and resist the instinct. You actively have to quiet the scream. Take a breath, /then/ act. A breath takes a moment and for the injury you will face, a single beat will not mean life or death. You will be better for being able to -help- without risking going down. Again!" Although as a testament to Zhao's words, he does not cut quite as deep this time. AND she knows it is coming. "Touch, but do not let your urge to staunch the wound interfere with your knowledge of triage. You want to stop the flow of blood, then concentrate on what naturally occurs. There is clotting factor. It usually begins at five seconds. Make it start at three." 

:'''{{#var:9835|Xiang Zhao (9835)}} has posed:''' Xiang Zhao remains just as calm and unruffled as before, despite the wings trying, and failing, to block him. When he wants to, Zhao can strike as quick as a snake! At least it hadn't been a terrifically /hard/ thwap. The thing is weighted wood. He wouldn't want to give a concussion, afterall. "Hm. Perhaps try that, but only let a little through. Do not let it all loose at once. Hold almost all of it back." Here, Zhao is briefly distracted by the magic in the air as Vitali does his water cleaning spell. "Watching that will never get old," he says, a thread of warmth held in his voice. He doesn't miss the reaction to the thwap Shannon had gotten, though. He lifts the fan and gestures with it toward Vitali, as though to say, 'be careful, bub, you could be next!'. Not that he does, just now. Nope, he goes back to fanning himself. There is a nod at what Vitali says. He inclines his head toward Henry. "We already knew how much need to be worked upon, from experience. Shannon's instinct to heal, without regard for herself, is great." He fixes a look on Shannon at that, and then looks back to the Doctor. He watches, now, in silence. Control. And now Shannon knows the fan is in play. Knows that if there is reaction without thought, the fan will be used to disagree with that behavior. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "I may know it's not fatal up here..." Shannon taps her forehead. "But in here's a much different story." She taps immediately over her heart. A deeper sigh escapes her, and briefly she rubs her temples. "I already knew there wouldn't be much I could do with my gifts in the state they're in to help Warren, out in the field that one time. The best I could do would be traditional field medicine, get him home, and hope for the best. I've had adults telling me to guard myself and not go down or I'd be no good to anybody. Hell, I've had the god of the ocean tell me the same thing. This..."      She bites her lower lip, looking between all three of them. "...I'm not sure how to do a partial healing. I was healing Megan once and she tried to pull away from me in the middle of it. It almost killed me. Very literally. If Triage hadn't been there, we might not even be having this conversation."      Shannon flinches as Dr. McCoy repeats the cut across his arm, a single tear falling. She knew it was coming, knew it was for teaching, but she did not like it one bit. She forces herself to watch the blood flow for a moment, taking a deep breath. Already, the needles are starting to swing on the EEG as she tries to fight instinct. It seems to be doing some measure of good, as their to-and-fro dance is not quite as wild. When she closes her eyes to reach out and touch her mentor's arm, again, the battle against instinct intensifies. The flow of blood begins to slow, and there is a reddening of flesh along her forearm, corresponding to his wound.      But this time, it takes longer to open, and bleed, by more than a few seconds. 

:'''{{#var:9847|Vitali (9847)}} has posed:''' It's a gift that Vitali seems to use with extreme ease, that summoning and controlling of water that he does. But then, it's an ability that he's had for a lot of years, and he's had a lot of practice with it. His dark gaze turns to Henry, and he tilts his head a touch to one side, listening to the words spoken. "Is needing practice. Training. Have had heal gift for many years, use many times. Is... instinct. Is hard for see past blood, sometimes. Want for save life, for fix," Vitali says, his brow furrowing a little bit. And he gives a small nod, agreeing with the rest of what Hank says. "Da, breathe, assess, act," he says softly. He stays back a bit, returning to stand next to Zhao, watching as the cut is made again, though this time less deeply. His gaze turns to Zhao, and he tilts his head a touch to one side before he ducks his chin, a bit of colour creeping to his cheeks. "Could use more often, if like. Not take much," he says softly, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. And it doesn't, really, so long as he doesn't summon the maximum amount of water at any given moment. He eyes the fan for a moment, and softly clears his throat. Yes. Yes, he very well knows he could be next. He's been there! "Need control. Need practice. Come in time, with use," Vitali says softly, giving a small nod. "Is why are here, da? For give practice. Is learning," he adds, a small smile coming to his lips. No one likes to see the blood of someone that they care about being spilled. It's not a fun thing. But there are times when it's a necessary thing. He watches, and after a moment, he shifts to step forward towards Shannon. It's only once her healing has finished (he doesn't want to interrupt it) that he actually reaches out to her forearm once again, with his right hand. And he focuses, giving that soft murmur, his magic slipping into Shannon in order to work his healing once again to knit the wounds closed and, just as before, leave nary a scar behind. He slips his hand from her and, with a slight shift of his focus, a murmur and a gesture of his left hand to bring the water back in order to cleanse once again. 

:'''{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:''' "That is enough. Well done, Shannon. I apologize for the pain, but I do not apologize for the learning." Hank smiles at her then, gesturing to the bags he carried in here, with the medical equipment. Inside of them are high energy foods; some sausage rolls, a few portuguese tarts, packets of potato chips and gatorade, which does help with some aspects as a quick fix, though no matter of quick fix can compensate for good diet overall. He then looks to Zhao and Vitali. "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. This kind of training is very hard to do, because it can be fatal without being handled properly. I..." he hestitates then continues, because it is necessary. "I would appreciate your assistance again, in the future. This measure of training must be repeated, for practice, but it will get worse. More dangerous. It's the nature of life to be unfortunately complex." He nods to both men, gravely and seriously, then stoops to the bags he brought, bringing out a couple of gifts. Both are edible -- a Moon festival cake for Zhao and a honey cake for Vitali -- "I also would be glad to buy us all dumplings from downstairs. I understand that they're quite fantastic. They even do Momos. I think the wife is tibettan." 

:'''{{#var:9835|Xiang Zhao (9835)}} has posed:''' Xiang Zhao nods to Shannon's words. "That is why you need practice. Why you need to make yourself stop and think before you act. Instinct will kill you. Maybe not this time, or next time, but maybe the time after." He shakes his head a little bit. "They may be right about if you go down, but if none allow you practice, you will never get good enough to heal and not go down." He is quiet now, as he watches the battle in progress. Both what is visible to the naked eye, as well as what is visible to his magical senses. He nods and then does something that happens very, very rarely. Zhao's left hand uncurls from where it was behind his back. The fan stills. His left hand reaches out to rest on Shannon's shoulder, once it is done. "That was a very good first try at control. Much better than the first try. Now, you need more practice. To keep trying to gain control." He withdraws a moment later, retreating back to where he'd been before. His fan goes back to waving. His left hand moves to rest at the small of his back. Relaxed and calm. "If you like, when you like," he says, of using water for cleaning. Or anything else. "If you would like to practice more, and the Doctor is not available, I will take the injury for you to heal." He knows, either way, he'll wind up healed. Everyone will. He shakes his head to Henry. "Pain is part of life. Part of being alive. Without pain is only oblivion." He nods then, at the request to help again. "Of course we will help. Shannon is our friend." He thinks nothing of speaking for both himself and Vitali here. He knows Vitali's feelings when it comes to anyone who is a friend. At the presentation of the mooncake, Zhao's eyes practically light up. His left hand uncurls again, and he accepts the cake, then cups his hands together, the left holding his mooncake, the right holding his fan, and bows with the hands extended toward Henry. "Thank you. For the yuebing as well as the offer of dumplings. I would be happy for dumplings. They are very good here. As are the momos. And she is. We have exchanged some recipes." That should surprise exactly noone here. By this point, Henry would have been invited to partake in dinner or lunch with Zhao's cooking, at the cabin during the tail end of their recuperating. Translations: Yuebing - Mooncake. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Once the healing on both sides is complete, Shannon takes a few moments to breathe deeply. Healing on instinct was never easy. Attempting to rein in that instinct was even harder. "It was a lot easier with Josh, the first time, figuring out a sort of 'passive mode' for my gifts. To feel without letting the connection complete. That's actually proven to be a very effective diagnostic tool." She shakes her head lightly, peeling away the EEG contacts from her head, and looking at the readouts from both healings. She just looks confused for a moment. "Once the healing begins, though, I have yet to be able to stop it. And if it's stopped forcibly, that's very dangerous for me."      She sighs a little bit, reaching for one of the Gatorades in the bag, and twisting the top off, taking a good, healthy slug of the stuff, thinking for a moment. "You have no idea how many times I had it out with miss Pryde over this. She wanted my safety. But I wanted... -needed- training. Yet with a gift like mine, it's a very difficult line to walk. I could see her point, but at the same time, without training, it's just a matter of time, like Vitali said." Her grip on the bottle of Gatorade tightens, her knuckles starting to lighten, and her brows furrowing. "There's so much more I could do, if I could figure out how to actually harness this gift. But how do I even begin to -ask- for help, when I can also understand the concern for safety? It's... a very frustrating place to be in."      Dr. McCoy, Vitali, and Zhao all get a look from her, with mists gathering in her eyes now, a smile of gratitude forming on her lips. "Thank you. Spasibo. Xiexie. And... yes, Zhao, I remember there's another form, for a very great gift given, but I forgot how to say it." Each of them gets a brief hug of thanks--even Zhao! 

:'''{{#var:9847|Vitali (9847)}} has posed:''' "Learning important. Pain sometimes important. Pain sometimes help learning, da," Vitali says, giving a small nod, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. His dark gaze turns to Henry, and he gives a small nod. "Are welcome. Pozhaluysta. Am glad for helping, for being able to help," he says, his tone sincere. "Can be bad, da, but all go well," he adds. He tilts his head faintly to one side, and then he gives a small nod. "Da, of course. Whenever are wishing. Start with small things, then make worse bit by bit. Is way of learning. Willing to help, in all ways," he says in a soft tone. He looks to Zhao and smiles as he gives a nod, easily agreeing. As the gifts are given to both Zhao and himself, he takes a moment to blink with a bit of surprise before looking to it, and then he looks to Henry. "Medovik! Ah, spasibo! Have not had in long time," he says, truly grateful and his dark eyes bright. "Have many thanks, is very kind," he adds. Even with the healing and the use of water that he'd done, he doesn't seem lacking in any way. "All gifts take practice for... to... master. Me, learn heal before even see ten summers. Water, ice, same. Practice, very much," he says softly, his brow furrowing a little bit. He looks to Zhao, then back to Shannon, and he gives a small nod. "As Zhaoshenka say, was very good. Control come with more practice," he says, a reassuring note to his voice. His gaze returns to Zhao, and there's a smile that quirks at the corners of his lips as he gives a nod. "Like using water," he says softly, his dark eyes showing a sparkle to them. And he does. Then he tilts his head to one side. "Dumplings? Momo?" he asks, one of his eyebrows quirking a touch. He has a different name for dumplings and doesn't know what to connect the English word to! "Will try to stop healing, later. Not next time, likely. Time after, maybe. See what happen," Vitali says softly, giving a small nod to Shannon, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "Hardest thing, is to ask for help. Da? Is best thing, as well. Need help, with training. With practice. Will get there. Have faith," he adds, his smile returning. There's a soft murmur from him at the unexpected hug, and he slips an arm around her to hug her in turn. "Are welcome, Shannon. Always, da." 

:'''{{#var:9835|Xiang Zhao (9835)}} has posed:''' "Xiexie ni, or doh je. Doh je is the most formal, the strongest." The hug... well. It's Zhao. He goes entirely still. Even the fan stops moving. He does not hug back, either. The fan remains still after the brief hug has been released, and his eyes are just a tad bit wide! Zhao never knows just what to do when it comes to hugging or more serious touch than a hand on a shoulder, very briefly. He nods, once, briefly, about taking things bit by bit. "Start small. Work from there. Practice small. Make it a little easier." For himself, he seems to be entirely back to his usual self. And there seems to be no shortness of breath at all! So this is good. He smiles at Vitali's statement that he likes using water. It's a good thing! "Dumplings and momo are the same thing, prepared a little different. Momo are a type of dumpling from Tibet." He nods about trying to stop the healing. "You can try to stop the healing. That will probably be less dangerous than if we try to stop the healing." He nods with Vitali. "Always willing to help." 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' It has been a few days since Alice was down in M-town, and a little more since the incident with Alex at the mall. But now, with some determination, Alice was looking for Rogue in the mansion. Because on the one hand, Rogue wasn't Scott, and on the other hand, she was an X-man.... 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue's not hard to find if one is really, actively, looking for her. Especially as the lift elevator doors open and she walks into the main foyer from them. It's not really known if she's coming from above or below, but she's definitely got a destination in mind. The kitchen. Though her emerald gaze finds Alice and she offers the woman a smile. "Hey Alice. How goes?" 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' "Ah, Miss Rogue! Just who I was looking for. I mean..." Alice sighs a moment as she hastens her steps. "I was down home on Friday, helping out at the M-town clinic, you know? The one that Shannon and Megan and everyone else helped to build and where Dr. Brightman is fixing his mistakes. And lo and behold, can you guess who appears there trying to pass off as a normal citizen?! Some Erik-guy! Just walzed up there as I was talking to Megan and a girl she knows and asks if the claims about Doctor Brightman were true! And then has no shame to tell us he is the very same metal maniupulating Magneto! The Genosha Warlord!" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue blinks and watches Alice a moment while listening to her ramble on about someone who came to Mutant Town and sort of butted his head into business. "Ah... okay. Well...I mean. So, like...did he threaten anyone? Anything? Did he do anything...demanding or patronizing?" She asks while motioning towards the kitchen. "So long as he's acting like a...slightly decent human being...I can let people know he's around...but..." She shrugs again. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' "No, but he claimed that he wanted to make sure that the doctor was really doing what was told about him. Fixing what his cure had messed up. Which... was kinda scary in its way as he revealed that he is that sought war criminal." Alice said, brushing back her hair. "But he was at least tryng to not intimidate people... I guess... but he was also possibly... recruiting? He invited Megan's friend to genosha as soon as she gets her powers back..." 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' Rogue gets a sort of thoughtful look on her face, pausing in her steps and looking back to Alice then while pulling out her phone. "Oh." This and she looks to her phone a moment before glancing back to Alice, fingers working over keys as she talks. "Recruiting? Who's Megan's friend anyway? What's her powers? Since they seem to be giving Magneto a curious interest." She finishes whatever she's doing on her phone and slides it back into her pocket before gently folding arms across her chest while looking Alice over. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' "Some girl called... uh... Emily I think. She said she couldn'T controll her powers before she lost them, but now wants them back. I didn't understand what they were though." Alice admits, brushing the red hair back for a moment. "I think it was some kind of general offer to get more to his side?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Of all the threats we've faced, I think Magneto is someone we keep an eye on for the just in case...but over the last few years he's...not been such a bad guy. He's helped us with some things. We've helped him with some things - believe it or not." Rogue offers. "I mean I'll let Scott and the others know...and I'm sure they'll appreciate the knowledge of...but as far as being worried about him...I don't think we are. Not as much now as before." She glances around a bit and then looks more pointedly at Alice. "Lot more landing at our feet in recent times that sort of outshine a fellow mutant with a desire to make sure mutants are being treated and handled....appropriately." 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' "But he is still a wanted war criminal and such. I mean, as much as he tries for us, he still murdered all those people." Alice remarks. "And him throwing metal or stuff through bodies is scary." Not that being able to suffocate people with their clothing was something Alice realized she could do and was likewise scary. 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "A lot of us have done things we aren't proud of, Alice. And could be considered criminals of different sorts." Rogue supplies. "I ain't sayin' we've forgotten what he's done, but in the recent past, he's been tryin' to turn over a new leaf of sorts. Again, we watch him - just in case - but for the most part. If he ain't breaking anything, then we're not of the mind to fix it." This much more. "I mean, you know he could walk into the mansion any time right? Likely to visit the professor. Or Scott and Jean..." She shrugs then. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' "Why would he? He'd be outnumbered and in contrast to every film villain ever he probably has read the evil overlord list by now... which might explain why he is behaving decent..." Alice theorized, tapping her chin. "I mean, why *else* would he have a change of tactics?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "Look. I said I'll tell Scott and the others. But this isn't some grand holy shit kinda news where we need to gather the team and go out to find Erik and kick his ass. If he ain't doin' anything wrong, then we're gonna leave him alone." Rogue offers, her patience, at this point, relatively thin. "Also, I could toss a rock in Mutant Town and hit a few people who are either on Magneto's side, or align with his thought process." A sigh. "Besides, he's like the Professor's best friend... whether they think alike or not, I don't think that's ever gonna change." 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' "I don't mean you to act or something... just... be wary, ok?" Alice remakrs with a sigh. "And talking to the second worst nightmare of my chldhood days is rather... uh... I dunno what to say. I mean, he at least behaved like a decent person, unlike any stryker or something. I have no qualms to stuff the underwear of someone up their butt if they are a bad person, but... he was polite goddanmed! Could you Bardex a polite old man who just happens to be a serial killer?" 

:'''{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:''' "My mother caused me to nearly kill another mutant. Instead the mutant wound up with their powers drained, and I now have them permanately." Rogue offers. "She's the leader of sorts of the Brotherhood and a personal thorn in my side. Erik is polite, he's charming. If you have a personal thing against him, then I'm sorry you had to deal with him. But as a whole...we'll be wary." She turns then. "I need to grab food. But on the whole of things, I'd me much more worried if you ran into Mystique than having ran into Erik..." And she walks off. 

:'''{{#var:9025|Alice (9025)}} has posed:''' Alice says, "I don't think I would have known ig it was Mystique... isn't that her spiel?"" 
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