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9227/Time to learn something about the sentinels... maybe.

2019-09-18T19:42:12Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/09/17
|Location=X-Corp Headquarters
|Synopsis=The Xers learn about a possible threat and get some advice going
|Cast of Characters=1258,8765,1126,1719
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has asked Doug to join him and Shannon as they were planning on meeting "Will" the Cybertronian they had recently talked to. One Sam knew Doug enjoys meeting aliens, and two if the guy is hiding something from them Doug will know. He is waiting outside the building for the others. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Doug wasn't the only one who enjoyed meeting aliens, it seemed. Shannon was like a little kid at Christmas, completely psyched out about the entire thing. Her wings are all a-flutter, and she's got a huge smile plastered on her face. "You know, Sam," she remarked. "I never thought I'd wind up with sort of a first contact thing. You realize I've never met anyone from outside this world before all this happened?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug walks out of the building, pulling on a coat and sipping a red bull. He looks tired, but he's always tired these days. "...I'm happy to help, Sam," He says, "But are you sure bringing the Cybertronian here was the best idea? I mean..." He gestures with one hand, before letting it flop to his side. "Kinda my baby." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     It isn't long before that very slick-looking sports car Sam and Shannon had noticed at the cafe in Bushwick earlier comes flying down the street. The speed it's going, it doesn't look like it's going to be stopping or changing directions any time soon. But amazingly, it swerves sharply at the last second, executing an impossible-looking hairpin turn into the parking lot of X-Corp before simply sailing right into an open slot. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to Doug and says "If we are going to be helping mutants and others as well, your baby might get scuffed up a bit man, but I think it is built to withstand it. To Shannon he says "Not quite first contact but close enough." He offers her a smile and as the car pulls up "I believe our friend is over there." He starts to lead the trio to the car. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug crosses his arms, and then looks up as the sports-car shows up, and then pulls in. He curls his lip in a surprised grin, and barks out a "Ha! Of course... total show-off." He pinches the bridge of his nose. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Hey, it's first contact for me! Don't knock it!" Shannon's eyes go wide as dinner plates when she sees that high-speed hairpin turn, her wings spreading out as if to take flight towards a potentially injured driver. When the sports car comes to a stop, she breathes a sigh of relief, and grins from ear to ear, applauding a little. "Sweet moves there!" she calls out, laughing with sheer delight. She follows Sam and Doug over, to see what can be seen. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     In the driver's seat is what appears to be the same blond teenager they'd seen earlier. He gets out of the car through the door like a normal person. "Hey guys." he greets, grinning at Shannon's compliment. "Thanks." He peers at Doug. Hasn't he seen that guy before or something? 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "So, you wanted to talk with us, care to come inside and chat or is there somewhere you would rather chat at?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug peers at the hologram, and then holds up his hand, going through a series of elaborate gestures. "Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong." He says, "I think we did meet before, though you look like you've gotten new rims since then." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon grins right back at Will. "You're welcome." She peers over at Doug next, looking a little dumbfounded. There was that tongue-twister again! "This is going to sound supremely stupid, but what does that actually translate as? All I know is it's a greeting I can't twist my tongue around!" She laughs, smiling a bit sheepishly. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Well, is it private and secure and stuff in there?" Blurr questions Sam in response to the suggestion. "If so, then sure."     Then Doug starts reciting the universal greeting again. He chuckles and responds to that in neocybex. "I don't suppose you were the one who taught that to Sam?" To Doug, of course, it's perfectly intelligible, though to Sam and Shannon, it just sounds like a lot of warbled electronic noises. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug looks to Sam, and then back, and he says, "Oh, well, he picked it off of me. I was taught it by an alien friend of mine. He said if I ever wound up in trouble with an ET, I should try it, and it might de-escalate the situation." He responds... in that same language, though only having human vocal chords does give him an accent. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "One of the more secure places Ah know of, and we have access to probably the second most secure spot in the building." He looks over to Doug a brow raised a bit but he does seem somewhat used to it. To Shannon "Doug just said it was a universal greeting, and Ah heard him say it to someone first so Ah am pretty sure it aint "Hey I am a big dumb god please do not pull my underwear over my head." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon just looks between the two, completely confused. Then she shakes her head, laughing a bit, and just pins Doug with a look. "After this, I don't want to hear you putting down your gifts. Ever. Again." She tends to stay back a bit more towards Sam, letting him and Doug mostly take point on this one. It seemed there was going to be a lot to learn today! Sam's assessment of the 'universal greeting' has her giggling up a storm, and she lightly swats him with one wing. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Blurr arches a brow at Doug, looking impressed. "Wow." he comments, the translator switched back on so that everyone can understand him again. "That's--really neat. I didn't think you Terrans were capable of even coming close to speaking our language, with how different your physiology is. I guess I stand corrected. Anyway, I suppose I'll know who to find if my emulator ever malfunctions too much." he chuckles.     Then he nods at Sam. "Let's go inside then. Lead the way." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and will lead them in and towards the main elevator. There place seems top of the line and freshly done. He looks over to Doug and asks "Whats the best room to use?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug pauses. "We might -- need to take the entrance through the loading dock." He heads back inside, and a moment later, the loading dock overhead doors open. "You're a little tall to just walk into the atrium." He says, to Blurr, over an intercom. "...Just in case." The loading garage isn't elegant, but it is spacious. "Uh, hm." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon is just happy to be along, and see where this whole thing goes. When she saw what looked like a possible mutant teen in need, and sought Sam's help, never in a million years would she have thought it'd turn out like this! Elegant or not, the setting didn't matter quite so much to her, the winged teen taking almost child-like delight in the entire situation. She peers at 'Will', then takes in the general size of the loading garage, then looks back at Will, as if more curious than anything else. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, I don't have to actually go in there." The avatar says, chuckling. "I can just use this." he says, as the projection sort of motions toward itself in general. "It would be a lot less conspicuous." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie waits letting Doug lead the way as, as he said earlier this si his baby. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well it'd be rude to leave you outside." Doug says, before he tilts his head, "However you feel more comfortable, really." He seems easygoing that way. The building is exceptionally modern, by Earth standards, designed to be appealing and stimulating to the senses while still maximizing the efficiency of foot traffic and enabling the rapid movement of security through the building. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon brings up the rear of the group, still smiling wide, but also looking around as if trying to take in everything at once. "Wow... this is pretty sweet, Doug." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "You wouldn't be leaving me outside." Blurr insists. "Well, sort of. Think of it this way. It's like I can be in more than one place at once. Almost." A smirk, as the avatar follows Doug into the building. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look to him and says "So still wanting us to call you will, or is there something you might be a bit more comfortable with us calling you ? He will ask the avatar, as the head to where ever. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug sighs, and then gestures. "So," He asks the holo-avatar, "How can we be of help to you, buddy? I mean... what you guys are is still pretty mysterious to us-- but we've got some experience with ETs... we might be in a better position to assist you than some." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon tilts her head slightly as she glances between the three, settling back to watch the maestro of languages at work. For now, she is content to remain silent, observing and learning what she can. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Blurr chuckles at Sam. "You know it's okay to ask for my real name if you wanted it." He remarks. "But sure, it's Blurr."     Once the four of them have presumably settled into a private room inside, Doug is quick to get to the point, it seems. His expression sobers at this. "It's about the Sentinels. They -really- need to be destroyed. All of them. And every blueprint, schematic, plan, piece of data, and any all trace of them." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "We have been trying to, I don't know if it is possible to destroy all the date thought, that is a rather big task. The saying about with the internet once it is there it is always there. Do you have any ideas on it?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:'''     "This is genie that's going to be hard to put into the bottle." Doug says. "At a certain point in the future, the Sentinels iterate to full cognizance, though they maintain their basic programming drive."     "To be honest, I'm not really sure how we can scrub that data. Not without killing every party who might try to resurrect the program, and that's really not what we're about." He scratches the back of his neck, and then says, "The problem with a decentralized data network is that it's almost impossible to completely scrub a piece of information from it." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon's smile fades as she listens. Not one bit of this was sounding good. Though she glances at the door, she makes no move to leave. No, she was the one who had pleaded to see if Blurr needed help, so she wasn't going to run now. "Well, you were hiding for a reason, but we couldn't just keep saying 'hey you'." She does smile a little bit. " 'Blurr' suits you well." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Nono." Blurr says, shaking his head urgently. "You don't understand. We -need- to destroy ALL trace of them, every last bit of data." He stares at Doug, not quite comprehending the genie in a bottle analogy. "You may not be sure how to, but -I- am. You just need to tell me -where- they are. Physically, and digitally. And yes, that includes anyone anywhere who might have the ability to save any trace of it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the man and says "With the way the internet works there could be info anywhere. Looks to the man, and says "I don't think it is possible to do it, may I ask, why you feel it needs to be done? I mean I can understand not wanting people to you things they learned from you to hurt people, but you seem a bit more pressured to do it. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug pauses -- and then says, "I... have to ask you, Blurr. If this was a Cybertronian problem, would you have any hesitation killing your own kind over this?" He keeps his hand on his chin. "You've got to know that puts us in something of a bind... right?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon feels her heart sink as she listens. Damn it all! She'd had such high hopes about the whole thing but this... this put a new light on it, and that light shone harsh enough to cast shadows she did not like the look of. Well, nobody said any of this would ever be easy.... 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "That's why we need to find a way to track it. There -has- to be a way." Blurr insists. He sighs. "..."     There's a pause as he considers the best way to exlain this all. "Okay. A long time ago, toward the beginning of the second war, a well-meaning mech named Chief Justice Tyrest established a set of rules for the war to abide by. Both faction leaders agreed to them, and the Tyrest Accords were signed into interplanetary law. Tyrest has since holed himself up somewhere, and built an army of drones called Legislators to enforce the law for him. Sounds proper, right? But--I don't know why or when or how, but over the vorns Tyrest kind of lost his circuits, bending and twisting the Accords to fit his agenda, whatever the slag that is. Now, he and his Legislators don't exactly practice very much discretion. Any time, anywhere a law gets broken, the drones show up and wreck -everything- trying to get at whoever or whatever caused or is causing the breach. And, yep, you guessed it. The Sentinels are against the Tyrest Accords. Annex III, article 14, section 55 to be precise. How do I know that? Well let's just say -experience-..." he shakes his head.     "Bottom line is if we don't destroy them, the Legislators will. And they'll raze this planet to its core doing it." A pointed look is directed at Doug. "So if I have to kill a few people, whether Terran, Cybertronian, or Kree, or Shi'ar or Skrull or Xandarian or whatever the frag they may be, then so be it." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:'''     Doug frowns at that, and then he looks up. "...So basically what you're saying is that now not only are we dealing with robots designed to kill us... we have a time limit for dealing with the problem before more robots show up, which will not only kill us, but will kill everyone on the planet." Of course that's what Blurr is saying, he just needed to repeat it.     "Well." Doug says, "It could be worse... it could be a Phalanx infestation." He looks at his hand, which is now techno-organic, shiny and black and threaded with gold circuitry. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie sighs a bit and looks over to Doug, and then back to Blurr. "Well, Ah gotta ask the main question, how is this fellow going to know? Ah am all for stopping the sentinels, killing folks not so much. Be there human, robot or what not. If you want to help stop the sentinels am all for it, your the second who has offered, the first seems to have dropped off the face of the planet, though not sure if that is a bad thing. "Ah think we can actually confirm, this Tirerest, fellow does not hear about it as we have seen a few things from the future, and aint heard anything about that." the misspronouncing of the name does not seem intentional. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon frowns a little bit as she listens, steepling her hands near her face. This one was way out of her league, and yet, when push came to shove, she would not sit idly by. But which side was right? Which was wrong? She bites her lower lip, thinking for a long moment. "Look, maybe I'm just sixteen here and maybe this one's way out of my league. But I do know it's got to be asked... when push comes to shove, can any of this be done without killing?" 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Basically." Blurr says, nodding to Doug. He shrugs at Sam's question. "Slag if I know. You have no idea how many fragging times I've asked -myself- that question -after- the Legislators showed up and I barely escaped with my spark intact. So do you -really- want to bet on that?" He folds his arms. "Look, if you guys won't help me, I can't force you. But -I'm- going to do whatever it takes."     He glances at Shannon. "If it can be, then sure. I'm for it. But if not, then I'm not going to let a few lives in the way of an entire -planet-." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:'''     Doug frowns, and then says, "I need to see the bigger picture. There's got to be a better way." He looks at Blurr, and says, "That symbol, the one you're wearing, it's *different* than the one Megatron had --" He adds, "Less militaristic. It denotes a... labor caste." He studies that Autobot symbol. "But more than that, one devoted to science and growth as ends in and of themselves. Not conquest."     "...I'd like to talk to your superior about this, if I could. I understand that the clock is ticking, and you do everything with speed. But our resources are limited." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and looks over to Doug at the talk of the symbol a brow raised for a moment. For now he is letting Doug take the lead as Sam is ok with computers and information, but this is Dougs thing, if anyone knows more about information and dealing with it. Sam does not know them. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon tilts her head as she, too, now takes a good look at the Autobot symbol. Her brows furrow, and her voice is soft. "I'd guess that symbol has a lot of history behind it," she murmurs. "And not always a pleasant one. Beneath the eyes, the lines almost look like... well, like tears." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Blurr scoffs slightly at Doug's analysis. "As -if-." he mutters. "No, this is the First Face, it used to represent all of Cybertron, that is, until Megatron decided to come up with the -other- one. Speaking of which, you met him, huh? Pff, bet that went well." The Autobot remarks wryly.     He arches a brow at Shannon. "Tears? Uhhhm...sure." A shrug. "Anyway, nothing much else to say. Either you help me or you don't. If you change your mind, you know how to contact me." And with that, the holomatter fades from view. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie sighs a bit and looks over to Doug "Well that went well, more information is well Ah guess, but honestly aint sure what we can do to help. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug pinches the bridge of his nose. "You know who he reminds me of? *Bobby*." He turns to Sam. "You know who needs to go into hardcore negotiation mode with him next time?" He points in the direction of Roberto's office. "Cause I can't communicate with people who don't *listen*, Sam." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon flops back in her seat, running her fingers through her hair and letting out a deep sigh. "Holy shit," she muttered. "What can of worms have we opened with this one?" Even her wings seem to droop, as she looks over to where Blurr was just a few moments before. "Now what do we do?" Mention of Bobby has her grimacing visibly, as if she had just taken a very large bite of a particularly sour lemon. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles at Shannon and says "I think he means Berto, Bobby not Iceman Bobby." He tells her at the grimace. To Doug he nods a bit to this and says "You know for having rules about folks not using their tech, they seem to leave that shit scattered al over the place. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon mutters, "I'll give him 'Ice Man'... his heart's gotta be made of the stuff..." There are a few other oaths questioning his origins, most of which fade into general grumbling, as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Roberto is Roberto. Bobby is Bobby. Ne'er the twain shall meet." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "No, Roberto is 'Berto, but he's also Bobby." Doug says, relaxing a bit. "We are not in the business of cleaning up after their fucked-up intergalactic civil war, Sam. There's something very sad about the Cybertronians, but they look down on Organic life, and they really need to cut that shit out." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "And we have known a few not so friendly non organic life forms. I wish Lock was around maybe he could get through to them, and I think Shannon would love him, and she would probably be selfbakerfriend." He grins a bit thinking about their friend. "So, you think you can make sure you know if he starts trying to check our systems? 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon frowns a little, trying to turn her thoughts away from that sour taste that had somehow gotten into her mouth. "Pardon my language, but if the shit hits the fan here... and it's looking like a pretty strong possibility... then what are we going to do? And you asked about talking to Blurr's superiors... who would that be? Do you think we oughta at least try that and see if there's some way around this possibility of killing?" She purses her lips a little bit. "I can't shake the feeling I had about that symbol, that it looked like it was crying. Don't know, maybe it's a bit of a stretch, but symbols and art are like that, they can encapsulate so much into so little. I wonder if there's something we can appeal to there, or if we're up shit's creek?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Oh I'll know. The problem is, what happens if he's right and they do come here to sterilize the planet?" Doug says, rubbing the back of his neck. "The problem is that Warlock's not here, is he?" Doug looks a little frustrated for a moment. "That's why I want to talk to someone more senior than Blurr... who's probably exceptionally old by our standards. Not so much by theirs." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "Well, he is only the second of their kind I have seen, Megatron, him, and that data storage thing on the moon. " He sighs a bit and says "Well if they come, we will have to teach them a bit of why ya don't mess with earth, and how it aint turned out well for anyone who has tried. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon sighs a little. "I just hope we can still find some allies in this in them, instead of making enemies." She cracks a little smile. "I know, stuff like that's not always possible. But that's not going to stop me from hoping for it." A short laugh escapes her, and she glances over to Sam. "You know, you sounded so much like Captain Rogers just then. You sure you two aren't related somewhere along the line?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Actually Sam's family can be traced back to Scotland... the Guthries were actually wealthy landowners in Kentucky until the Civil War caused a divide between the two branches. One part of the Guthries sided with the union, they kept the lands and the money -- Sam's side of the family sided with the Confederacy... and wound up farmers." Doug says. "I believe Captain America is actually second generation Irish." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Yea, Ah think if we were somehow related to Cap we would know about it. Ah honestly don't know what to do on this one, you seemed to have met him before Doug?"" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon just chuckles and shakes her head, rolling her eyes slightly. Those two just didn't get it. She smiles to herself, listening. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Only briefly. I just read a lot." Doug admits. He glances back to Shannon, and shrugs. He's playing dumb, a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well we have at least got the warning, you want to write it up for the team so they know we are dealing with and maybe one of them have some connection with another Cybertronian." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug sighs, "Sure, I can write up a report..." He says, "Just put it on the pile." He definately seems like he needs a vacation... already. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon sighs a little and puts her head in her hands. "Something tells me this is probably about par for the course, for the kinds of things we deal with?" She smiles a bit. "So where and when do we start with this one?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "No clue on who is above him, as Ah said only know the two. Right now, I would say we try to keep a lid on where the tech came from, continue fighting it, maybe keep an eye on Blurr as best we can, and I might set Alek, and Samuel to work on those cybertronian records we got."" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "All I know is that that civilization is old, Sam. One of the oldest in the galaxy, possibly. To them, our lifespans are... insectoid." He shakes his head. "I don't know how to deal with this. It's all... too much." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon shrugs a little. "I know this is a whole lot bigger than studying for a test, but the idea's the same. Take the problem in smaller bites. Figure out what questions you need to ask, then ask them." She smiles a little bit, reaching over to touch Doug's hand briefly, and Sam's as well. "None of us has to shoulder the load alone, that's the best part." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to Doug and says "We will deal with it the same way we deal with anything together. He smiles a bit at Shannon's words. And for the record, we are going to start hitting a couple sci fi cones over the next couple months, maybe even drag Shannon here to the Thee-ooo-con next month with us. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "...I don't have time, Sam. I don't--" He holds up his hands. "We'll talk about it later, okay?" He says, before he looks to Shannon, and adds, "Sorry. Just... a little stressed out. I think this was the straw that broke the camel's back for today. I -- need to get back to work. Just intercom me if you need anything." He backs out, for now. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon sighs a little, bowing her head. For all the good intentions, she's fouled up again, and knows it. Without another word, she gets up and turns to go, starting on the way back home. The moment she's outside, she spreads her wings as if to take off... 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "And where are you going Shannon?" He will ask, a brow raised at her. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Home, and hopefully out of the way, and out of trouble." She glances back where Doug took off, her wings relaxing for just a moment. "Even when I do things right, they come out all wrong. Who knows how many are going to get hurt by it this time." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah swear girl, Ah think you about have to be my cousin, cause only person Ah know who beats themselves up after one small thing is maybe me. You did not mess anything up here. In face you may have done something very good. If the crazies do come like Blurr thinks they might then we are pre warned. Your not responsible to overloading Doug, Doug is working his ass off for a good cause but he aint letting himself rest and recharge, is why he is going to be going to some sci fi cons, if I have to hog tie him and fly him there kicking and swarming. He knows Ah will do it, and may argue but Doug overworking himself aint your faught, that is from what Ah am pretty sure two things. One he truly wants to help people with the most he can, and...." He looks over to where his friend has left to "Ah think he is trying to make sure he makes a lasting difference something to be remembered by getting things done. Ah think he is more aware of his own mortality than most would be after coming back, and wants to make his difference before he is gone."" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon just turns to stare Sam right down. "You think this is a small thing? I don't know what you've been putting in your morning coffee, but I'd sure like some of it, if this is 'small'. If we're talking about possibly sterilizing the whole freaking planet here, that ain't exactly 'small'. And all that because I just couldn't let things alone, because it looked like someone might need help." She sighs a little bit, rubbing her temples, but her wings relax a bit more. If she takes off, there will at least be some warning. "Guess that's all any of us want, is to make a difference, or we wouldn't be doing what we do." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and looks at her and says "Oh so you reversed enginered the sentinels and made them? Damn you." He looks to her, and says "You figured out someone was special, and through digging your teeth into it, you figured out what he was. Maybe Blurr might not have known about the sentinels being from them, but he aint going to go tell the tiregear fellows, he wants to protect the Earth, not yea he might end up killing some folks, and if we know he is for sure we will fight to stop him, even if it means protecting racist bastards. What you did was alert us to a possible threat, and maybe at the absolute worse is give some information to someone who might act on it badly. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon rolls her eyes. "Tell that to Iceheart there. He gets wind of this, and yeaaaah... he won't give two shits about anything that was done right, all he'll see is what was done wrong. And he wouldn't be wrong to do that, because like you said, a leader's got to see all the angles." She shakes her head. "Reverse engineered the Sentinels, my ass. I ain't good at jack squat, sure as hell not that. Worst part is..." She sighs heavily. "...I keep hoping somehow that we'll wind up allies instead of enemies, because it sure sounds like neither side wants any of this to happen." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Ok, come here and sit down, you and Ah are going to talk. first off, if I had been the one to bust you and call you on the carpet the first time, would Ah now be that southern fried asshole?" He looks to her, and says "Bobby called you out and with some points to it, even you admitted that, and now you act like he is the biggest jack ass in the school. You do know he is the smart ass jokester right? If your going to go around Bobby is going to be mad at me if ah do this or that, your going to give yourself a stroke. Important life lesson "We fuck up, we try to fix it and do out best and usually fuck up a few more times, but the important part is we get up dust ourselves off and try to do better. I talked to both you and Megan over what happened, and have given you both extra sessions and lessons. Talked to Bobby once, you want me to tell you who is being the hardest on you, who is treating you badly, and not letting you live it down. You are." Looks at her, and says "Think about all those things your in your head saying this is my fault, that is my fault. Now imagine someone was saying all that was my fault, or all Megans, or hell even new Sam who ya barely know, you would be all get off their case their trying their best. So Shannon, get off Shannon's case she is trying her best. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon looks completely dumbfounded. "A jokester? You're kidding, right? Only time I ever really talk to him... or rather get talked at by him... and he was anything but. Never seen him again since. There's not a whole lot to go on there." She cracks a little bit of a smile. "As for the sessions, well... still waiting on those." She shrugs. "It'll happen when it happens." She plops back down in her seat, running her fingers through her hair. "You're anything but an asshole. Just listen to yourself, calling me out now. And as for me being on my own case..." She frowns deeply. "...sorry to bring him up again, but he said a lot that stuck really, really hard. It was like he thought I didn't realize it's life or death out there. It is and I damn well know it. And now have things just gotten worse?" She closes her eyes, thinking for a moment. "And now I don't even know if it's safe to go out by the lake for a run or a flight, or just to chill out and get my head on straight." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will stand up, and walk over leaning down and giver her a hug and says "It aint no more dangerous to do any of that than it was yesterday. you worry the sun is going to explode cause some cosmic entity decides it should will drive you insane, trust me on that one. There are some things we can't stop some things happen, and we never even know it is happening. But the more we know the more we can try to effect it. And we do the best we can and keep trying. You say what he said struck hard, well how about you just make sure it aint real, and quit worrying the big bad iceman.... I am willing the only person who ever said that before is probably Bobby himself by the way... But anyways quit worrying he is going to come sliding up on his ice sled out from behind the closest closed door and say "Bad Shannon." He hugs her again, and says "Your not going to get kicked out of the school for a simple mistake Shannon, and most definitly not for trying to help people. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Oh for fuck's sake..." Shannon rolls her eyes a little bit at the image, her cheeks flaming. But she hugs Sam tightly, and keeps her voice low. "Actually, yeah it might be. Heard Logan got chewed up pretty bad out there the night Samuel got to the school, but no idea who or what did it. There hasn't been any word about it since... so who knows." She's not at all inclined to let go for a while, at least. "Simple mistakes... this ain't exactly tripping over my feet on the sidewalk. Still... if we don't pick up and keep going somehow, it'll just be a whole lot worse." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and pats her on the shoulder, and says "Well the best part there is maybe try to talk to Logan about it, Ah think if it was something we needed to worry about he would tell us. Ah would be more willing to bet it was something personal, most of hsi fights are Ah think. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods a little. "Last thing I need is to be doing something stupid and wandering into trouble, though." She shrugs lightly. "Don't think he's in much shape for talking, last I heard. If something was able to knock him down, it's probably not something I want to risk tangling with." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Oh I agree, but also he is the quickest healer we have, so he might be up and walking around now, even if he was fubared last night." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon shrugs, and just kind of looks off into nothingness for a moment or two. "Here's hoping. Now I've just got to find some way to blow off steam, and trying to burn it all off in the gym ain't cutting it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmmms and says "So, you wanting to punch some stuff in the danger room tonight? 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon tilts her head, thinking for a moment. "Maybe that'd kill two birds with one stone. Pardon the pun. It sure beats sitting around stewing. At least maybe it'd be doing something constructive." She smiles a bit. "Might stop in the medbay either on the way in or out, see how things are. Heard it was pretty bad, so... yeah." 
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9237/Introducing Samuel to the Danger room and a little practice for them.

2019-09-18T19:41:49Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has called Sam and Shannon to meet him at the elevator. He leads them down and into the sub-levels. Sam will feel a lot of computers and tech around here. Sam the elder leads the two intot he danger room, which right now looks to be just a large room with metal walls and metal floor and ceiling. "So this is our training room." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon is not completely unfamiliar with the danger room, and looks as if she's relishing the chance to train in there again. She's stretching out, loosening up a bit and working out a few muscle kinks from the night before. With a nod towards both Sam's, she smiles. "Hey... haven't seen you for a couple days. How's things going for you, settling in?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     For the past few days, ever since arriving at the school, Sam the Younger has been waiting for the first shoe to drop. Nobody, absolutely nobody, takes on a case like him without expecting anything in return. Perhaps he's cynical, but he can't imagine true altruism to actually exist. After meeting the headmistress, after meeting Laura in the kitchen the day before, Young Sam was feeling his suspicions solidify. He'd mentioned the odd feeling of technology to Alek, and the other technopath has responded with that cryptic 'oh, but we're strange people'. Laura had mentioned combat training for all students... and for the life of him, Sam couldn't imagine all the students getting together in a gym somewhere and pairing off under some benevolent self defense tutor.     On the way down, he can feel the signatures get stronger, although the room he's entering is a curious void... it's simply too big for him to sense in its entirety. It's also large enough to take up most of the foundation space of the entire school. And so, it seems, he has finally arrived at that moment he'd been expecting.     "As well as can be expected. People have been... helpful." Despite his momentary apprehension, Sam takes the time to respond to Shannon and takes a few steps further into the room, rolling his neck and curling his hands into fists. "This is why I'm here, isn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the other, and says "Well this is where you will be practicing your abilities, but not really why your here. This room we call the danger room, it has holographic abilities beyond what you have probably seen backed up with forcefields and occasional robots, or walls. We use this so, we can train in any informant, be it a city." And the room changed to look like New York as Sam taps a button on a controller, "To jungles." The room changes to the Savage land complete with dinos in the distance "To alien plants." The room still looks very jungleish but a bit more avatar crazy color jungle. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon does not exactly care to get eaten by any of the alien plants, so acts on the instinct to get airborne, fast. With strong downstrokes of her wings, she gets above the profusion of wildly colored hologrpahic flora, hovering above the two Sam's. "You know, this is going to get really confusing in training sessions, having two of you with the same name. I know yours, Cannonball... but do you have one, Sam?" Confusion averted, for now. Hopefully. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Cannonball?" Other Sam gives older Sam a look with a raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile. But no further comment is made... he knows codenames are bestowed, not chosen, and he won't poke fun at someone for the moniker they've been stuck with. He watches Shannon hover, looking around the jungle and generally getting a feel for the place. "No, I don't have a codename that means anything to me. SHIELD called me Scorpio while I was in the Pit, you can use that if you want." And then comes the question that was inevitably going to be asked. "What's yours?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smils and says "When Ah fly, Ah am somewhat like a cannonball. Really fast, and things can that get in my way normally looks like a cannonball hit it. " He will tell the other man "We will figure something out you like and that fits. While in here nothing can do serious harm to you. You may get a sprain or such, but with the safe guards at the worse would be a broken bone, and that should not happen but in a bad situation could happen. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "And even if it does, I'd be able to step in. Worst it'd set me back is a couple days." Shannon cracks a smile at them both. "When my mutation manifested a couple years ago, my folks started calling me their little Nightingale. I've kept the name. It fits." She looks around the alien surroundings from her vantage point, to see if she can spot any immediate threats to both Sam's. "Is this the one we're working with tonight, Cannonball?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Nightingale. Their little Nightingale. Little Nightingale. Nightingale.     It's as if Sam has been struck by an invisible hand, recoiling for a moment and then standing quite, quite still. As he's still close to a wall, the projection around him flickers and grows fuzzy, indistinct, and then shows the projection of a smiling man, kneeling to ruffle the hair of what may be a very, very young Sam. 'Ah, meine kleines Nachtigall...'.     The projection returns to normal after tiny Sam smiles up towards the man, mouthing 'Papa' without any sound, with a snap that is almost disorienting. And Sam? He's standing there, eyes closed, taking deep breaths. "Sorry." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the man and says "Are you ok?" He will step forward and start to put a hand on the young man shoulder, but pauses and announces it "I am touching your shoulder." He knows the young man might have some trauma and does not want to have him freak out., 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon goes very, very silent, realizing something is wrong. The shift in the holographic images has her frowning, and even with her general lack of command of the language, it's not hard to piece together the words through context. Shit. This could be a problem. Backwinging to a landing, she stays nearby, though several steps back, crouching down to appear less of a threat. "Sam? What is it?" Her voice is gentle and low, and she makes sure her hands remain within sight, to remind him that she is unarmed. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Thank you, I'm... I will be fine." On the whole, he appreciates the concern and that Older Sam remembered to warn him. It turns what might have been an instinctive reaction into the mere tensing of that shoulder. When his eyes open again, they're as clear as before, and the first thing they see is Shannon.     "It's a good name. You should keep it, take care of it. It gets corrupted too easily." And that, it seems, is about as far as he's going to let anyone look into his soul for now. "I'm holding up training, we should proceed." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well as I suspected you can talk and control the computers here. If thing you are facing is obviously mechanical and using your powers is part of training feel free to use them on it, if is is not treat it as if if was not. If you think something might be hidden robotic, you can message me on here." He holds up the controller, and says "I will tell you if it is or not." He mashes a button and the room changes to look like an olympic practice gymnasium" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, and smiles softly. "It was for Florence Nightingale... and healing." She gets to her feet, dusting her jeans off, and tilts her head. "Thank you. I won't let it get corrupted. Not on my watch. As for names... well, we'll find one for you. Maybe make it part of a fresh start for you here, if you'd like?" As the room shifts to look like a gym, she whistles low. "Finally! Now we're talking!" She grins at both Sam's, clapping her hands together and laughing. "Maybe you two can show me what's what now, right?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Mine was for the old KGB Nightingale school. If you've never heard of it, never look it up." Sam notices the world change. How nice it would be to be able to do that for real... is that what it would be like to be able to teleport? Still, the surroundings have him relax almost instantly, even as he hears Cannonball's instructions. "Verstanden, Kanonenkugel." There's even a slight grin as he says that. Turning to Shannon, he motions for her to follow as he sets off on the track at an easy pace.     "First things first, always get the engine running before you do anything else. Ten laps should do it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will smile a bit and lean against the wall. He watches the two and lets them get two laps in, but as they start the third one hurtles appear in front of them, giving them enough time they should be able to jump them. "Let make this a bit interesting as you warm up." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Scheisse!" Somehow, it's always the more colorful aspects of a language that are learned first. This case is no exception. Shannon keeps her wings folded tightly behind her as she takes a leap over the first hurdle. Oh, so that's how it was going to be. Fine, then let's play ball. Shannon grins at Sam-bean, calling out, "Come on, let's see who makes it over the most hurdles!" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, now we're talking."     It might be that nobody in the school has seen Sam genuinely smile. Cannonball and Nightingale might be the first so privileged, as for the first time in days, the teen is able to stretch his legs, literally and figuratively. The first hurdle is vaulted without breaking stride, and soon he settles in the new pace, feeling his heart rate go up quite pleasantly. A challenge before him, an open gym and nothing to do except put one foot in front of the other and not fall over... life is suddenly simple. "You're on." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will make the hurdles pop up quicker, some just giving them moments to hurtle them. He waits till they are pretty prepared with this and says "So you want more difficulty for this?" He will watch them 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      The first several hurdles are cleared easily. But as they come up faster and faster, Shannon smacks her right foot high on the instep on one. It's not enough to make her fall down, but she does stumble a little bit. Still, she's laughing, rather enjoying seeing Sam-bean smile. Life was good. It was simple for once. It felt good to just blow off some steam. "What do you have to throw at us, then?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     At no point, literally no point, does Bean try to overtake Shannon. When he sees her hit the crossbar of a hurdle and stumble, he's there with a hand to steady her, while still keeping his eyes on the course. "If you fall, roll and go. This isn't a race, it's a team effort."     Vaulting hurdles, one after the other, Sam-Bean is relaxed enough to reply almost irreverently "I'm not even sweating here, Guthrie! Wanna make this a steeplechase?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, I am thinking a bit more. The course does change a bit changing into an obstacle course. Think more American ninja on steroids, but it seems another TV show maybe making an appearance, a gun comes from the ceiling, but is obvious not a real gun but one that shoots tennis balls via American gladiators" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Hah! I'm liking this!" Yes, Bean couldn't possibly be happier. This is the kind of training course he wishes he could have had, and the joy of actually getting to use it is overriding any other sense. Except one.     He sees the tennis ball cannon appear, and looks over to Shannon, making a spreading motion with his arms. "Nightingale, serpentine! It can't track us both at the same time. Go right, I'll go left. Go!" And he breaks away from running companionably side by side, veering left like a wide receiver going for a hail mary thrown halfway across the field. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods and veers off to the right, presenting a second moving target for the tennis ball cannon to track. "Keep your eyes peeled, there may be more of those things!" As wonderful as it was to see Sam enjoying himself, she could not afford to forget that the purpose was to train, not to goof off. She scans her immediate vicinity, glancing this way and that as she continues down the track, not taking a straight line, but shifting direction every so often. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie starts them off on a low AI setting the gun shoots one ball, and then hesitates before turning to start tracing Sam. It is not overly hard to dodge at least not yet. There is a gap coming up where you will have to take by hand held rings if you go the standard way. He watches the two to see what they do. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Crap. Training with the rings was not something Shannon had encountered. She was going to pass this time, instead bypassing the rings entirely. "Sam, you get the rings, I've got the wings! Go!" On the fly, as it were, she spreads her wings, and takes off with a few downstrokes. In keeping with presenting the guns with two moving targets, she banks right and left, avoiding the rings and not tangling them up in her wings. Thank heavens she had the airspace clear for this! 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Understood, keep 'em off me."     Dodging tennis balls is not terribly difficult, Bean can see them coming at him long before they have a chance to hit, weaving out of the way. Of course, he has no such chance when he's dangling from the rings, so he's relying entirely on Shannon to keep the cannon busy. And, to his great delight, she suggested it without prompting. Excellent. He launches himself at the rings, skipping the first and then swinging hand over hand across the gap, using his momentum to skip as many of them as he can. After all, the longer he takes getting across, the longer Nightingale is being shot at. You can bet that gives him metaphorical wings, even as he lacks in physical ones. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and will have the gun speed up, as they are coming up on a wall, it is a tall one Sam may have some issues getting over it himself alone, but will they come together to overcome the problem, will they find another way or will theybe gunned down by the tennis balls of doom. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Cannonball sure didn't mess around, did he? That was one sheer, tall wall, one that would easily intimidate an experienced climber. And there were mere seconds before they reached it. Shannon had to think fast. Carrying large weights in the air was not something she was good at yet, but if she could get up to the top first... "Get up that wall as far as you can, I'll try an assist the rest of the way!" She zig-zags in the air above Sam-bean, drawing the fire of the guns to buy him time to get to the wall. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     The unclimbable wall. A staple in every team building exercise... or at least, it is for certain teams. Bean can't imagine accountants doing this regularly. There is only one way to take that wall, and that's at speed, especially if he hopes to not get hit by these tennis balls. They wouldn't really hurt, they certainly won't harm him, but man... it's the principle of the thing.     Clearing the gap, Sam-Bean lands on his feet and takes off at a dead run, picking up speed as he goes. "Got it. Go!" He's no speedster, but he's no slouch, that's a respectable turn of speed for someone his age... respectable for someone a few years older even. His feet pound the ground until, at the last moment, he kicks off with his right foot, plants the toes of his left on the wall as high as they can go, and then with one muscle-twanging heave kicks himself up higher on the wall, right hand outstretched. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will have the guns near them. He makes sure it is close, but the fact they are showing teamwork gives them a bit of grace, and he grins "Good good." If they don't keep going pretty quickly though the tennis balls will find their mark. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon lands on the top of the wall and lays down on her stomach, drawing her wings in tightly behind her to present less of a target for the guns. It was go time. If she didn't help Sam-bean get up this wall, they were both going to be in hot water. She leans down as far as she can, extending her right arm. "Come on, grab on! You're almost there!" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     It's wrist to wrist, and Sam-Bean grabs on, immediately starting to pull himself up. He's... not all that heavy, but heaving himself up on one arm still requires a fair bit of strength... and he's just been swinging himself across a gap on rings, so he has to cheat and scramble to the top using the still new toes of his sneakers. It gets the job done, and done quickly, but that would have earned him a shouting in his previous life. As it stands, he does what he advised Shannon to do earlier, drops along the top of the wall and rolls back to his feet, reaching back for a moment to help his team mate up. And then? Then it's back to running and dodging tennis balls.     "Can we do this every day?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "Well maybe not everyday, and some days maybe more fighting something but this is the training as part of what we do. You will need an authorized staff member to bring you down here, and to run this room. Ah am glad your enjoying it." He presses a button and the floor starts to drop out to be a mud pit under them. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     So far, it's been a lot of fun. And when the mud appears, well... he knows Cannonball is keeping the exercise realistic, but trying to keep it fun. And so Sam-Bean, never one to shy away from something just because it might be dirty, plunges on. "Wish I had some wings right now."     His pace continues, although he has to high step now, and the resistance of the mud is enough to slow him down. Too fast and he'll pitch over on his face. Too slow and he'll get beaned, hah, by a tennis ball. No rest for the wicked.     By the time he gets to the other side of the mud pit, he looks like he might have crawled out of a swamp. Laundry is going to be a pain... 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      With the mud pit slowing Sam-bean down, Shannon is running interference again, when she sees he's not sinking in too far. Good, at least he was safe. She just had to keep the guns distracted long enough for him to get through the mud. She keeps turning this way and that, shifting directions in the air above him, and skimming dangerously low to the mud pit a few times, just to keep things interesting. Close enough where her wingtips skim the mud on the downstrokes. Yet, when she angles her way back upwards again... the mud just seems to slide right off, like water off a duck's back.      "Come on, you've got this! Go, go, go!" She calls out encouragement to her team-mate; there was no time to catch her breath. But she does grin, echoing Sam-bean's sentiment. "Ohhh yeah, we have GOT to do this more often! Now why the heck can't we?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and watches as the two of the come back t him. he grins and the gun shuts down "Not bad for a first time, not bad at all, Ah am proud of you both. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon can't help smiling from ear to ear. For once, she hadn't screwed up. "Thank you. But it wouldn't have worked as well without Techno here." Yes, she's pulling an Ellie and trying out new nicknames. "Think there's a lot more I could learn from him, than the other way around." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     When he comes trotting up to Cannonball, Sam is actually smiling. It's easy to tell with all the mud on his face. "What you call training, I call a morning warm-up. But I needed that, thank you."     At the same time, he's holding out his fist to Shannon. "Couldn't have done it without Nightingale though. Best team mate I've had in a long time." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well this was a first time, and we will see about getting ou into some harder things will need to run you through a test at some point, powers and physical capabilities 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon grins at Sam-bean and fist-bumps lightly. The compliment does have her going a bit red in the face and she coughs. "Well... wow. Thanks! Not bad for only really training since coming here in July." Yes, that's right. She's nearly a raw beginner, still a little wet behind the ears. "If this was just a morning run to you, I might ask you what you'd suggest for training to build myself up a little, so one of these days I might actually be able to carry you over the mudpit instead of you having to do extra laundry." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Practice, mostly." is Sam-Bean-Techno's response to Shannon's question, although he has no idea how to help someone who can fly get better at carrying more weight aloft. "I'm sure there's someone else in the school who uses wings to fly, and they'll know a lot more than I do about it, but you can never go wrong with practice. Every day before breakfast. Meet you tomorrow at six for a fun run, if you want?"     He does seem to like working in a team... likes motivating team members as well. So he eyes Cannonball with a smile. "Room for one more on that run, if you want. And I'd appreciate an evaluation, haven't had one in years, need to know how much I've slipped." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Today you did well, and worked well as a team. Ah will as Ah said get a full evaluation if you have anything you remember from previous stuff and want to send me it would be ok, and Ah will check it out. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, and braces herself for this question. "Okay, so what did we do right, and where could we improve?" At least she was pretty sure Sam would put it constructively, instead of like a Marine drill instructor chewing out a wet-behind-the-ears private. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     And that's a very pertinent question that Shannon has just asked. Sam-Bean almost instinctively goes to stand at a relaxed parade rest, hands behind his back. This would be a good time to gauge what kind of leadership style Older Sam prefers. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the two and says "Actually you did rather well, only thing I would say off the top of my head you could do better, Shannon need to work on your lift, you may have been able to grab him, and give him a lift up, more just a moment of weight giving him that little boost to make it. Sam, you could have cancled out the commands to the gun so you did not have to deal with it. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods slowly, tilting her head to peer at Cannonball-Sam for a moment. "I recognize that my strength needs work, whether on the ground or the air. Hence, why I asked Techno about what exercises he'd recommend. Was that the only point to improve?" She smiles somewhat, determined to learn from this as much as possible. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     For his part, Sam-Bean, soon probably forever more known as Techno, stands at mute attention as he accepts the criticism of his performance. No justifications, no explanations, no mention that interfering with the program wouldn't have been fun... in fact, it hadn't even occurred to him, and that was something he needed to learn from. So all he offers is a nod and a formulaic "Yes sir." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "You both did very well, Ah am proud of you hit the showers and Ah will take ya back up stairs. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Showers. Yes. That sounded heavenly to Shannon right about then. She smiles more than Cannonball might have seen in a few days and nods. A quick sniff check of herself, and she's wrinkling her nose. "Phew. Good idea." With a grin to Techno, she holds up her fist. "You did well out there. It was a blast training with you. See you in the morning?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     It takes an effort of will for Bean not to snap his heels together in the usual acknowledgement of being dismissed. Instead he takes one last look around the danger room and fist-bumps Shannong again, smiling. "Oh-six-hundred, by the back door." And then he heads for the hatch, nudging Cannonball. "Warm showers, laundry facilities and your very own holo deck. You should lead with that next time." But a-showering he must go... and laundry is going to take a bit longer than usual today. 
}}

7869/A night at work.

2019-09-14T21:08:56Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/13
|Location=Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
|Synopsis=The guys talk about the future.
|Cast of Characters=1258,1126
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has came into the club tonight to do his job. The young man is working tonight. He is at the bar watching how the employees are doing their jobs. It seems that people are doing well. He is drinking a soda foot tapping to the DJ's music. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug has been running the door - now he's on break for a little bit, and he's sitting on the bar, having a coke. "Good business tonight," He says, looking over the crowd. "It's busy." Then again, people tend to look for ways to relieve stress in stressful times. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "It is a good night, and helps that people feel safer in larger group, and to be honest, I am pretty sure they mural helps people feel safe too, honestly. He will sip his drink and says Did book Alison Blaire for a few shows, open invite. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug tilts his head, and says, "You brought in Dazzler, huh? Big draw..." He murmurs, "Has Lila played here yet?" He crosses his feet at the ankles. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Once or twice but she has been to busy with an intergalatic tour dates. Guido has been busting my balls about what she wants in her dressing room when she has a chance to come. I lucked up Dazzler came in and was looking for a place to play occasionally. Should be out at the school some more too." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug raises his eyebrows, and says, "For you, she'd let herself be put up in a closet. You know that." He takes a sip of his coke, and then looks around, before he glances back to Sam. "How're you doing with... y'know..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smirks,a nd shakes his head "Lila's a friend, and as for Rachel and me, Ah aint sure to be honest. Ah am giving her some space, but we aint really talked much since she got back. Ah was hoping might have gave you a bit of a chance to talk with someone as well. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug snorts, and then gives Sam a thoughtful look. "I have enough crap to work through without trying to cultivate a love-life, man. Or are you talking about Rahne?" He smirks. "She's seeing Kurt. And to tell you the truth, I don't feel like causing her any problems. She's happy, and that's good enough for me." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie grins and says "Ah was thinking more along the lines of Illyana." He tells the other man . "It is good to see Rahne happy and Ah think Kurt will be nice to her. Mind you Ah never expected it to be honest. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug shakes his head, and then says, "Illyana's Illyana. I'm happy to see her doing well - that's all." He drains his coke and then sets the glass down. Then he says, "...People are full of surprises." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head and says "True, so you you plan on taking everything you can online, or actually going to start at Empire this fall?" He will ask the other man, and looks over ordering them some snackage. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well, I can power through online courses. Before I really get started on a law degree I need to get a Bachelor's Degree. I'm going to dual in Compsci and English I think. Shouldn't be hard." Doug asks, thoughtfully, "How about you?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "I am doing what classes I can online and getting some of the classes that can be certified at the school cleared that way. "I am thinking Astronomy and then minoring in either culture or english myself." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Your mind always was in the stars." Doug says. "...You ever thought of just going out there, and adventuring? Seeing where life takes you?" He asks. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah thought abou it a bit but Ah don't think I could be away from Ma the little ones and you guys if you know what Ah mean.' Actually talked about it a bit with Professor Green, but Ah think Ah would need to talk to Lila or someone to be able to come home easily." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug thinks about that for a long time, and then he says, "...I might go." He says. "I mean, I have you guys here... but I don't have anybody who needs me to look out for them. It might be nice, going out there, and seeing what I could find. You know?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head and says "Oh trust me, Ah can see the draw, and if you feel ya want to you know Ah got ya back, but we will have to make sure we keep in contact, cause if Ah have to come track ya ass across shi'ar space, Ah would have to kick your ass." He grins at him. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well, I'd either wind up a pirate, a king, or the king of the space pirates." Doug says, before someone obligingly refills his coke. "Emma wants to talk to me about something, but she's been so busy I haven't been able to talk to her about exactly what. Other than that -- it feels like I'm doing a lot of waiting." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "Ah think Corsair might have something to say about the whole King of the space Pirated Captain Jack Ramsey." He grins and at the talk of Ema. "I am not sure what she might want at all to be honest. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "All the more reason I guess I should find out." Doug says, his lips around the rim of his glass. "And if a guy can't deal with a little competition..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Oh he might be ok with it but Hexaba." He chuckles, a bit and says "So, what made you consider english for your minor? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Oh, I don't know. An excuse to read books. And a degree in any other language would be *cheating* wouldn't it?" Doug laughs a little bit at that. "But I do need to focus on something. Qui court deux lievres a la fois, n'en prend aucun." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the other man and says "Ok Elmur but Ah think Bugs might have issues if your the one chasing him. Ah do think ya should maybe hit a second minor in languages or something, you could cover yourself if you ever want to take a translator job or something. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug sighs. "That's the thing, Sam! Coding, translating... I'm good at those things! But I'm good at them because my power *makes* me good at them. There's no challenge to it, no thrill. The thrill was always in those things my powers enabled me to do. I could go get a job as a translator right now and command my price... but I'd be *bored*." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to him, and says "Ah was thinking more for a fall back than as a chosen career. Right now you can go in and do the job, but if you don't have the paper trail for it, people won't believe you really know it without testing you every time. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "All I really have to do is start speaking it." Doug says. "And it'd dispel pretty much any doubt." He smirks at Sam, and then says, "...I think I might be an adrenaline junkie. I think about a quiet life with no excitement and--" He shakes his head. "And." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "Well look at the people we hang out with, do you think any of the people we know could settle down into the quite life? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "I don't know." Doug says, "I can't speak for them. Could you?" he asks. "Wife and a couple of kids, life on the farm?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Wife and kids, yea, but Ah don't know about settleing down to the whole Farming thing. Ah want to be able to help folks. Ah think no matter what Ah am doing it won't be a quiet time in the old farm house. 
}}

7905/Lunch time Pizza time

2019-09-14T21:07:21Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/16
|Location=Kitchen - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Food and Deadpool times had by all.
|Cast of Characters=1258,8155,1126,8429,8588,169,106
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is walking into the kitchen from the Garage. He has a stack of seven pizzas, crazy bread and the rest of the works. Seems lunch is going to be on the Kentuckian today. He will move to start laying out pizza boxes on the counters getting out plates and drinks, making sure it is all set out before sending out a text on the school broadcast "Pizza in the kitchen." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden is elbow deep in hot water and dishes. Nope, no dishwasher for this grounded puppy. Its gotta be done the ooooold fassioned way. Which he doesnt mind at all. It is that kind of mindless task that sort of has a zen of its own as he cycles through each glass and dirty dish in turn. This is a task that is not foreign to the boy as he has taken up the odd job at restraunt's kitchens many times to earn some food. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug is sitting on the counter, sipping a smoothie. "Oh hey. Pizza day?" He says. He leans in. "Which one's got pineapple on it? Oh, also, I was at the store earlier and bought you some dirt and worms. You know. Cause I ate all of your banana puddding." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will motion towards the 4th pizza, and looks over to Doug "Oh, so we are making one of your family recipes for dessert?" He teases the other man, and as he may have been the one to put Bobby on dish detail he looks to the kid and says "Take a break get you some food Bobby, besides you will have more to wash after everyone is finished." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden frowns, "Wot, no paper plates? Its pizza not casserole." he says knowing full well that there'll be dirty glasses at the very least when everyone gets something to drink to go with it. "Okay..." he says a bit lamely and walks over after drying his hands and getting the suds off his elbows. He gets a couple slices for himself and a glass of soda. So much food! It's like being in heaven, this place! 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' Pizza Time. That's all Colt needs to hear as he comes into the kitchen rather shortly after the text is sent out, "I could smell it from down the hall. Which one has like, every meat type possible on it?" He starts to carefully open boxes to find the meatiest pizza and then grabs about three slices. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug helps himself to a slice of pizza, to go with his smoothie. He pauses, and looks up at Sam with a string of cheese hanging out of his mouth. "...That depends, Sam. Do you like cherry jell-o with canned orange slices and walnuts?" 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Cut to a close-up of Mila, camera fixed on her in a tracking shot as she walks through a corridor, hands in her pockets, head sunk between her raised shoulders, biting her lower lip hard, walking as if in shame from something. "My name is Mila Mitchell. Until a week ago, my life was much simpler. Go to school. Hang out with your friends. Have fun. But now... now my world has been turned on its head. I find myself trapped among unknown people, starting an unknown life." As she proceeds, people at Xavier's turn to give her odd glances and her head sinks lower and lower into her shoulders, blushing redder and redder at every step. "Being a mutant isn't easy, and living with the shame wouldn't exactly be a piece of cake in any case. But in /my/ case... in my case it's particularly awkward." By now she's taken a turn into the room, and the camera, without a cut, circles around her, now looking at her from the back, as she crosses the threshold. The voiceover continues, "What could soothe my despair in such dire circumstances? Well... /something/ could be done, to be honest. I had heard there would be pizza in the kitchen, so needless to say, I faced my fears and headed down."     "Hi, guys!", finally says the on-screen Mila, with an awkward wave. "Please ignore the voiceover, ok? It's... a power thing I'm trying to control." The voiceover, which is clearly audible by everyone, despite it not being clear from where it comes, continues, "My request was in earnest, but let's face it. I'll be the elephant in the room for as long as I stay here." Mila blushes so deep it would look impossible to get any redder, and buries her hand in her face. "But, then again," resumes the voiceover, "there is pizza. Pizza makes it worth it." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden looks at Doug, "Dude. I've eaten out of garbage cans, and even that would give me pause." he comments while gnoshing into a slice of pizza mouth full as he talks. As he settles in at the table he looks up seeing Mila enter. "Hey," not making any remark or notice of voiceover. "Pizza makes everything worth it." he says to the air and then goes back to eating. He then mumbles, "I turn into a furry flea bag at random and get stuck. You're not that special." he gives Mila a wink. "Tre-lax, have a slice. I'm new here too by the way. Name's Bobby." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Ever see that movie Aliens? Where the 'bugs' crawl along the cieling, really fast, seeking their prey? Kurt smelled pizza and so the kitchen door is open and Nightcrawler is an apt title as he moves along the cieling, tail moving to snag one of the packages of crazy bread so that he can dig some out.     "Oh! Look. Pizza, I'm just in time ja?" grinning at Bobby, Sam and Doug in turn as he eyes the boxes. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Well no pterodactyl this week, but the first 3 are meat lover." He will look over to Doug, and says "I figured we were using the dirt and works were for one of the recipes." He teases. He does smile at Bobby "If we use paper plates around here, we would have to replant the nearest two forests every two weeks." He will smile, and heads to the door to bring more pizza in looking over to Mila, and says "And we have crazy bread too." He will step out and soon back in wit more boxes. Sam knows when it was just his class seven pizzas were not enough. hey maybe this is why he drives a station wagon. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' So, Wade Wilson has been told to /not/ scare the students. No fite-fite or murder-hoboing in an obvious way. Or even a less obvious way. Maybe none of it where any student can observe. "I would have taught assassination so well," comments one of the new arrivals to nobody. Talking to oneself isn't of a student-scare sort of caliber, though, so probably he's not getting any attention compared to the soundtrack of Ferris Bueller that just arrived ahead of him. Wade doesn't look like Wade, because he's a fine abuser of Image Inducer. What came into his head today? Chuck Norris. None of the kids will probably get it, so it's fine. He's just a lone ranger. Maybe a teacher. He comes in rather clearly in Mila's wake, as if scenting the insanity-promise of what she's got going on, drawn to at least get a better look, though there's no judgement from him. "Don't listen to him," challenges Wade to Mila and Bobby kindly. "At least everyone else can hear your sounds, not just you." But then there's Kurt. And Wade can't maintain attention span. "/HEY/. Nobody told me the ceiling was fine. In fact, I think I was told 'stay off the <bleeping> ceiling." Wade self-bleeps. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "...It's chocolate pudding with crushed up oreos and gummi worms." Doug says, with a roll of his eyes. He takes another bite of his slice, and then says, "See, you open a box of pizza and everyone shows up. You never know who's going to walk in the door-" Then he looks around, and says, "...You come with your own narrator? Well that's -- potentially very awkward. Huh." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' The surge of new arrivals get a brief wave from Colt who's way too busy shoving pizza into his muzzle to worry about talking right now. He was starving. Which is actually a pretty normal state of being for him. Also he's from Texas so he knows who Chuck Norris is, it's hard not to. So he does eyeball Wade with some suspicion. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell slides over to the table and offers a hand. "Mila, Mila Michell," she says to Bobby, and begins to consider which slice of pizza to pick. The voiceover resumes, "My fears, it would seem were unfounded. It was a bit early to say for sure, but the group seemed nice, after all. Let's face it. I'm not sure who has it worse. Being stuck as a flea bag is not what I'd call a nice experience, either. Who knows maybe I have found a kindred spirit." Mila gts a look where she'd rather die at that, but manages not to. "At first," her disembodied voice continues, "I wondered if the Crazy Bread comment was menat to make fun of me, but then I decided that it would not have mattered either way. At this point, it would be but a drop in the ocean." She turns to Samuel and opens and closes her mouth frantically, as if for apologizing, until something scuttles above them. She looks up, and the room is filled by an orchestra playing a sudden string hit, just like it is used in movie soundtrack to underline the sudden appearance of something startling. Mila does inded freak out a little at the appearance of Kurt, until she notices Wade that looks nothing like Wade. "This was too much. This was really too much. I was about to freak out and run out of the room, but then I remembered two things. First, there is pizza. Second, this is your life, now, deal with it. Third, the last guy with the brusque manners seemed to provide some common sense into this whole trainwreck. Without doubt, someone with such confidence and no-nonsense had to be the anchor of sanity of the group. I was glad that someone had come to give this gathering a direction." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden shrugs as more come into the kitchen. Still, crowds are not his thing lately. What is up with that? He lived in NYC which is like crowd central second only to Tokyo. He gives another shrug to himself and just goes with it. He was here before even the pizza was afterall. "Well now we all know what the psychics feel like all the time. Just ignore it like they do. If it doesn't come out of your mouth, Mila, it didn't happen. Right?" .oO((God knows there's enough mindbenders around this place.)) He looks at 'Chuck' and has.... absolutely no idea who the guy is. He's 17 not 40, and hardly ever watched tv. "Whose the old guy?" he asks the room. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Stopping short, Kurt blinks and looks to Mila at the musical sting, blinking and becoming a little self conscious. "Sorry, should haf used the floor." he pauses to look at Chuck, brow knitting. The speech mannerisms are too familiar, and so Kurt, accepting as ever, offers the man a smile.     "Good to see you're still alive Wade, but that's not been one of your issues, ja?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow will raise a bit at Chuck Norris, but at Kurt calling him on who he is. Sam tenses for a moment looking around the room, seeing those here who he feels the need to protect, but he takes a breath and remembers most of the violence he has seen around Wade has actually been focused on Wade. "Plenty of food for all, and you get used to people popping in out of no where, walking on the ceilings and walls, just remember as we try to look after one another here. Mind you if you walk on the ceiling, your the one who has to mop it." He teases towards Kurt. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Wade/Chuck_Norris is just ... touched (in various ways, currently maybe just mentally, but give it time), but specifically, he is touched in the heart-feels that Mila's narration might actually be about him, which he has found to be wonderful. Wade approaches her like he's just been called down on the 'Price is Right.' He'll offer a high-five or two on the way, though nobody probably takes him up on that. "Pretty sure the only direction this gathering can possibly go is up, at this point. Do you take theme song requests, or is it more of just whatever comes to you?" Wade asks, in his rapidfire chattiness. Wade's voice is very specific and generally memorable, for those that have encountered him in the past. Some people relate it to Pikachu, and that's okay. A grin is flashed towards Sam; he knows he's recognized. Kurt's question. "It is /the/ issue, that makes all other issues have pages, but we're doing good on keeping those in mylar bags while here," Wade answers Kurt brightly, distracted. "Should I go ahead and come up there, or tempt you to come down for a hug with, say, this?" Wade asks, opening his arms wide, in a proper Titanic 'king of the world' spread. "No tongue, promise." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' The big stone mutant finishes off his pizza, and goes to grab a couple more slices, "I'm glad I can't walk on the ceiling. People might think I was a stalactite." At least now he has a name to go with 'Chuck'. Though he was pretty sure Chuck Norris hasn't looked that youn since the 1990s anyway. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden looks at Mila, "See? Crazy is normal here. Tell your subconscious that it can play theme music too. Might embarass you less and get rid of that ear-worm crawling around in your head." he says hoping that latter part is metaphoric cause that would be really bad to point that out if there was one. Fortunately Mister Mind is nowhere to be seen and he is safe on that front. He looks to Colt, "Tite... oh yeah mite grow up, tite spaces growing down. Right. I remember that from like sixth grade." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "This... is Deadpool. He's sort of like our Urkel. If Urkel were carrying around more armaments than the Canadian military." Doug says, around the straw for his smoothie. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell says, to Bobby, "It's real! It may not come out of my head, but it does come into my ears!" She points at them, emphatically. Young and inexperienced, Mila does take up Wade on the offer of a high five, and, albeit a confused and reluctant one, she provides one in return. At Wade's question about taking requests, she replies, "...I have no idea, and, to be honest, I'm kind of scared to find out." She turns to Bobby. "What? No. No. Voiceovers are bad enough, if I started doing soundtracks I-" Right on cue, as Wade spreads his arms, the first notes of "My Heart Will Go On" fill the room in glorious Dolby Surround(tm). Mila's lower lip is quivering already, and she looks like she's on the verge of tears. "The moment was desperate. Never, in my life, I would have thought I'd touch such a low point." Wow, soundtrack /and/ voiceover at the same time? Mila, right as the voiceover finishes, grabs large quantities of pizza and stuffs them in her mouth. "That might have made me look like a ravenous hamster on crack, but who cares. It was an emergency, and depserate times require desperate measures." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' ?Kurt pushes off, curling into a ball to clear the others before he lands, tail tucked in close, arms out in traditional landing posture. Between Charles and Kurt, it's hard to tell of the X-Mansion team who may be more forgiving and understanding. "Bring it in, ja? Hands off the tail though." he laughs and happily accepts the hug, hugging the Merc with A Mouth tightly. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will walk over and put a hand on Mila's shoulder, and says "Just stay calm, and relax Ah know it is a lot to take in but none here are going to judge you and we have all had our bad times. I had aliens get me high on goofatale, and flew through a giant bird trap, and ended up on a garbage barge in the hudson. We all have the times we wish others could not see us, so we all try to be there for one another 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden nods sagely at Doug, "Don't cheese off the 'Chuck' Got ya." He grins sheepishly as the music starts. "Sorry, my bad. Seriously though. They're like big on the whole family thing here. Just go with it, and dont feel so embarassed. It can always be worse. You could look like boiled vomit and walk around wearing red spandex and bootie pants all the time." he says casually. Wait what made him say that exactly? He shrugs and just goes with it. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' Yay! Kurt is accepting the love! "Yay!" Wade says, openly and warmly, as if he weren't actually often a mass-murderer. Let's go with cheerful and pleasant and well-behaved. Because it never lasts. "Urkel? You know, with the amount of times I wonder 'did I do that', you could have done a lot worse, so I won't shoot," Wade says kindly to Doug. So behaved. The soundtrack blossoming causes Wade to hum along; it might have been more, but really, Kurt is coming in for a hug and there's a whole lot of fuzz to embrace. "You know me so well. Hands up where you can see them. No ass or tail. Captain America doesn't like it either, go figure," Wade says, embracing Kurt overly close. Wade's image inducer does nothing to mask that he's covered in gear and wearing his Deadpool costume of leather. "So fuzzy," Wade purrs. Not that any inch of his body is exposed enough to feel anything fuzzy. It's more a mental fuzzy. "Between us we'd have the hair density of ... okay maybe ...Logan?" 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "I gotta admit." Colt says, as he takes in the ongoing scene, "This isn't even the weirdest thing I've seen since I got here." He grabs another slice of pizza and leans against the counter while watching the goings on. It creaks a bit under the sudden weight increase but stays sturdy. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Kurt accepts the overlong, overclose hug knowing it's Wade being Wade. "Well it's America's Ass. I'm sure he wouldn't want us aliens besmirching it, ja?" he laughs again at the Hair of Destiny crack, "I'd think Hank, more than Logan. He just has a chest wig, no?" snickering and releasing the hug, but not before digging out a line he's sure the Canadian will catch, "Your gun is digging into my hip." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well, bullets are my secret weakness," Doug says, before he finishes his smoothie and shoots the empty cup at the trash bin. It bounces off the edge and across the floor, and he gets up and goes after it. "Man, I'll never make it to the NBA with a shot like that." 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell looks up at Samuel Guthrie with those big, lucid, shimmering eyes. The eyes of a broken young woman. The eyes of shattered dreams. The eyes of a hamster on crack with her cheek stuffed with pizza. Strings start playing in the background, a tense, uneasy melody, until, uncertain about what to do, she looks between Bobby and Samuel and... she looks like she's about to randomly hug someone, but then Colt's sudden injection of cool detachment manages to snap her out of her compulsion. "Uhm... thanks." "I was really grateful to these people. I had never met them before, and yet, they were understanding and supportive. I felt like... I wouldn't quite use trite words like 'home', or 'family', even because, after being rejected by my old one, I cannot but shake the feeling they belong firmly in the past. But this... this at least kind of like I had imagined college to be like. A bunch of goofball doing dumb things and looking like complete idiots as they do so. At least, for the first time in days, after having been completely cut off from my past, I felt like I had a morsel of a /future/." Mila waves her arms frantically. "I don't really think you guys look like complete idiots!" she whimpers. 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "You just watch yourself, Ventura," Wade parrots back immediately to Kurt's quote in a great imitation from the movie, drawing one hand in to attempt to pat-pat Kurt's cheek twice. Patpat. There might have been a hip-wiggle in there too. Because really, Kurt should know better than to encourage or otherwise engage with Wade. "You're not taking into account Logan's back hair, or other places. There's things I can't unsee, no matter how many ice-pick lobotomies I try," Wade stage-whispers in mixed awe and faked fright. "Also, I love that comment. America's Ass. I feel like I've heard it. Doesn't make it worse to hear again, though," Wade chatterboxes, in his stream-of-consciousness manner. Aside, Wade opens that arm out, as if to offer Mila join their group hug, even though Kurt is trying to escape. Wade's clingy. "Come come, a hug is in your future, kiddo," he offers. Wade is a lot of things, including sometimes pretty decent. While also being a complete idiot, and being fine with it. 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Accepting the pat on the cheek, and taking the hip wiggle in good grace as he looks to Mila, "Don't worry, Mein Dame. You have a way of thinking in metaphor, I am not offended." grabbing one of the pizza boxes, opening it and offering towards Deadpool. "Meat lovers, so I know you're all for that, ja?"     Yes, he's engaging, but he's engaging in goofy things, side-bar humor, all those things that keep Wade playfu as opposed to swinging swords around, or shooting. The good man beneath the variegated ogre-like onion of the the entity that is Wade. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden sighs and gets up after finishing his food. He flashes everyone a smile and then he takes his plate and empty glass with him returning to the sink to finish out his pennance. He returns to his detension chore of washing dishes the ooooold fassioned way. Dunk, plunk, slosh, scrub, rinse, dry, klink, repeat. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell gets up and rushes into the collective hug of soothing, unaware of what, exactly, is going on there. In her case, out of sincere trust of this man: it's a hug, what more do you need to know? "So there I am," continues the voiceover, "Mila Mitchell, the girl who would scoff at Free Hugs T-shirts, and now would pay a million dollars just for some some human contact. Well, okay, not really. I mean, I'm about to start college. I'll need all the money I can get to dump it into amenities like loans, textbooks, and instant ramen." The embodied Mila (as opposed to her disembodied voice), in the meantime, just hugs and sniffles, soothed by the contact with fellow humans (or hopefully such) who respect her, by the general atmosphere of support, and by the pizza, emanating whatever mysterious field it emanates. Pym particles? Deep magic? Psionics? Plenty of people have cracked them. But pizza, pizza remains a wonderful mystery." Zoom in on Mila's face, loosening into something vaguely resembling a smile through tears and with a stuffed mouth. "Pizza makes everything better." 

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:''' "You," Deadpool says firmly to Mila, "Need to meet a ninja turtle." That statement was very important. He attempts to tousel her hair, because why not, and then attempts to squeeze the hug one last time. "That reminds me. I'm supposed to be doing a job. I mean, I make my own hours, but if I can't hold myself to my own schedule, people won't buy as much merch." A pause. Deadpool doesn't try to recover from that. He flips a nod at Kurt, actually picks up the whole meat-lovers' pizza box, and proceeds to parade off with it. Kurt did assist in averting the crisis that is the Deadpool. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "I'll admit that's at least in my top five weird things I've seen since I got here." Colt says as he watches Deadpool exit, "Though my #1 is in the mirror every morning so hey, my list may be a bit biased." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:''' Kurt Wagner actually flops onto a kitchen stool as Deadpool goes, sighing as the potential panic is averted. He does smile though, "Well, keeping Deadpool in a good pool is a key thing. If he gets bored some things catch on fire, or get shot. Or get shot while on fire... or sometimes are set on fire and he tries to shoot the flames because he honestly thinks it will put it out at that time." he gives a grimmace, "Or he'll pee on it, but then everyone finds out he was drinking gasoline again because it's one of the only things that he can get high doing." 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell blinks in confusion at Deadpool's important sounding statement. "What?". She replies to Colt, "There is no need to go so hard on yourself... actually, I think that if there was a mirror for the ears as opposed to the eyes, well, that would be my number one weirdest thing I've seen." Beat. "I mean, heard." Beat. "I mean, it'd be the weirdest thing I've experienced. Not the ear-mirror itself, I mean, I mean... listening to myself. In the background." She shakes her head and waves her arms. "...you know what I mean!" She listens with particular care to Kurt. "...so, Mr. Chuck Wade is kind of like the populace of the Roman Empire? Needs to be appeased with the Bread and Circuses, otherwise he will riot?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "To tell you the truth I've never seen nor heard of anybody innocent getting killed when it's *just* him acting out." Doug says, "There's usually somebody else involved. Heck, NTW takes a strip out of him all the time and the most I've ever really seen him do is snark back--" He shakes his head, "I mean, I wouldn't chance it though. The guy's crazier than ten pounds of cats in a five pound sack." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     Looking to Mila, and Doug Kurt frowns, "He rivals Gotham's Joker for a body count." lips pursing, "Logan knows him better than all of us, but he doesn't like why he knows him in the slightest." taking another slice of pizza and eatting. "He means well, but not always, and the collateral damage is astronomical at the best of times." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "It's okay, Mila." Colt replies, "I mean look at me, I'm a huge stone lizard thing. I know it's weird, but I also own it. I am..Getting used to it. And amittedly having folks around to give positive reinforcement and help me get through stuff helps a lot. I'm glad I'm here." He finishes his last slice of pizza, "That being said I want to get out and help others who are in a similar situation to me, when I can. I know they came and helped you, I wish I could have gone with them." 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell shakes her head in genuine fear. "I'd rather not. I've hurt people down there. Sonic blasts. Made them bleed." She leans over to Colt. "And they were humans... what if... what if the sonic blasts cracked rock? I... I don't think I could have lived with that." 

:'''{{#var:169|Kurt Wagner (169)}} has posed:'''     "The easy way is in Mutant Town, Mein Herr und Dame. Plenty of the wrong kind comes through there, and plenty of people find themselves in need. Don't go looking for fights, ja?" Kurt frowns standing up with his current slice, chewing a bite. "Those who look for a fight harbor an anger that they may not realize - but looking for those whom we can help lift up plants seeds of compassion." he gives them a weak smile. "Little goods are just as valuable as grand deeds." 
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7922/Even Sam has chores.

2019-09-14T21:04:29Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/17
|Location=Rec Room - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Sam chats with Mila about classes.
|Cast of Characters=1258,8588
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is here in the Rec room cleaning up. He has already did the vacumming as it is in the corner, now he is over at the bar area. He makes sure al the glasses are cleaned and has a tablet besides him making some notes on what needs to be restocked. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' "I had a rough week. I needed recreation," says Mila's voice from off-screen, while on-screen, Mila walks with her mouth shut, her hands in her pockets and her head sunk between her shoulders. "And what better place to get some recreation than the conveniently designated room with that word in the name? Being the smart cookie I am, I had put two and two together, and ended up with this room. ...And the number four. Look, it's advanced mathematics, okay?" Once in, she starts surveying her surroundings. "I started to survey my surroundings. Couches. CD players. Videogames. A game of Supermanio Bros would be really nice right now. A VHS VCRs. Either we have funding issues, or some archeologist dropped their relics in our conveniently designated room. Bar. Probably brimming with non-alcoholic beverages /or/ age-restricted. Guy doing chores. That looks like no fun." She blinks and her face tenses. She turns and dashed for the door, "It was right then that I realized two things. One, I was definitely not in the mood for chores, and being spotted by someone doing chores, well, is a sure way to be assigned chores. No matter what words the conveniently designated room you're in has in its name. Second, it was a horrible moment to have a sonic-like power you can't control that turns your subconscious feelings into a voiceover everyone else in the room can hear." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "It is ok Mila, your not on the list for Rec room duty, you have to be here at least a month before you get this one. Make sure you have had a chance to be a gross little monster, before ya realize all your classmates and half the teachers are too." He offers her a smile and says "Mind if Ah ask you an honest question Mila?" He will moving to wipe the bar down looking all the world like a bartender for a few. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell hesitates a moment. Her voiceover, audible by anyone in the room, kicks in again, "Of course I did. But social norms demand you say yes in this circumstance. That is the way things are supposed to be, aren't they. Growth, they say, comes through tribulations. Per Aspera Ad Astra, the ancient ones would say-" While the voiceover rambles on, Mila closes her eyes and bites her lower lip. She breathes in. Then out. In. Out. With each breath, the volume of the voiceover decreases, until it disappears completely. Three or four breathes later, just for good measure, Mila says "There," quiet, firm. And opens her eyes again. "...sorry, that... that sort of thing tends to happen when I'm nervous, or stressed." She gulps. "...please go ahead. Pay no attention to the voices in my head outside my head." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and pours her a soda of the type she drank with the pizzas the previous day and says "With time it gets easier, one of my best friends used to have a problem sorta similar, but she pulled visions of peoples worst fears from their heads and showed everyone. If she was to excited, or even sometimes concerned she could trigger it on accident." He tells the younger girl. "So, honest question time. If your outter monologue says something and we can tell you something we think will put you at ease do you prefer we tell you or pretend we didn't hear it and let you find it out the slower way?" 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell looks away. Shifts in her seat. Looks the other way. "I... I honestly don't know," she finally admits, finger running around the rim of the soda glass her gaze is currently averted from. "...just ...just do whatever you think is best. On one hand, I don't like to be an attention hog. On the other hand..." More awkward silence. She bites her lower lip again "...you can just come after the fact," she says, "and put a nice word in? A card? Chocolate would be nice." "And pizza would be even better," added the voiceover. Mila points up, a direction as good as any other for representing the invisible source of the voice. "...or that." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles and does not seem to be making fun of her, and says "How about if Ah show ya something. he takes a picture off the wall that shows the first class of new mutants "That there, that's me, and no they are not lee press on ears, and no Ah don't flap them to fly like Dumbo or need a magic feather." He offers her a grin "When that picture was taken, Ah was just learning to control my powers, and could not turn for nothing. Ah used to be the one who thought, Ah would never get better, why are all the others improving and Ah aint. Now, Ah can do pretty good turns, only crash into things when Ah mean to or someone blinds me." He comments on an incident yesterday. It may take you time, but you will get better, and there will be times when it will probably be tough for you and for others around you. Do not give up, you can do it, and we will help you. We are a family here, brothers and sisters and we fight like any other family but we also protect one another like a family. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell keeps her gaze leveled at Samuel for the whole duration of the speech. With the obvious exception of when the photo is pointed at, at which point, of course, she will look at the picture. Returning to watch the man who speaks to her, she keeps silent, but the look of admiration in her eyes grows by the second. When Samuel is done speaking, she lets a few seconds more pass, at which point, she will finally utter the words, "...you can fly?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "Yea, ah form a blast field around me, and anything ah am carrying and me are pretty much invulnerable while I am blasting. Ah blast through the air sorta like well a cannonball. If you want Ah can take ya up sometime, so you can see what it is like, long as your ok with either me carrying you or riding on my back piggy back style. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell says, "Sign me up for that! Flying is... well, at least /that/ is a cool power to have. Like, you can..." She rotates one hand, as if looking for words. "...fly. In the sky. That's nifty." She smiles awkwardly. "Maybe I can provide the in-flight entertainment. Music only, I'm afraid. I can't do movies." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles at her, and says "Odd question do you actually have any interest in playing music or singing or such? If so Ah know we have a couple students who have some interest, and Ah am working on getting us a kick butt music teacher, who actually might find your power to be amazing." He offers her a smile, and seems sincere. "Ok, so when ya want to fly air Guthrie? 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell looks away again, but this time she smiles, at least. "Well, yeah, I kind of dabbled in a few bands in high school and... it'd be cool to... y'know, jam a little and stuff." She tries, but fails to stifle a laughter at Smuel's last joke. She smiles and assumes a professional stance. "Ding-dong! Welcome to Air Guthrie's pre-flight safety demonstration," kicks in an invisible PA system. Mila looks amused enough that it is relatively obvious she's doing this on purpose now. She even strikes little flight attendant poses to go with each sentence. "Once we are done delivering this presentation, as per legally binding contractual agreement, we no longer are responsible if you mess up in case of emergency, and end up strangling yourself with the oxygen mask. Sure, look all smug, ignore the flight attendants, laugh your butt off when we recommend you review the safety instructions we've helpfully tucked into the little net pocket thingy stuck to the seat in front of yours. You all do. But we know how things are. It's just like when you click 'I AGREE' on the internet. And why do I get to be this smug with paying customers? Because you people aren't paying attention to this! Were you even paying attention? Well, I suppose not..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit more with her, and says "About right, buy luckily with Air Guthrie even if we crash you walk away pretty much unhurt." He will add "So, tell me what would you like to study here besides of course your powers, as we are an actual school and do try to help with education and all that. Ah am working on my own college courses been taking mostly filler classes this past year, but think I have it all set for an actual major now. If we don't have teachers for what your interested in, we can arrange internet classes or when your ready get you to a regular college. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' The PA system cuts out, and Mila resumes, "Er... to be honest, I haven't really thought about it. I... I suppose I'll take some basics here and there, dabble in experimentality, and... uhm... how long do I have before I decide my major again?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well if your not sure, Ah took my first year to take classes that were pretty much needed in all the degrees. You can get your basic maths, english and such while your thinking about what you want to do. Ah ended up working on some Astronomy and minoring in english and maybe phsyics." 
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7937/A quiet night under the stars

2019-09-14T20:57:26Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/18
|Location=Roof Tower - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Sam and Rachel talk and Sam gets the hint.
|Cast of Characters=762,1258
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' Rachel may have returned to the school, but she's been keeping her space from people in general. She's been seen here or there, spent time in the gardens and the danger room. But she avoids the public areas most of the time, seeking out instead more quiet places. This evening, that means she's taken the pizza that was for dinner up to the roof where she can eat it in relative peace, watching the sun set, the moon rise, and the stars come out to play. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie actually did not come up here looking for Rachel. They had spent some time talking up here and being a flyer it is one of the places many of them probably come to think. He walks out from the roof access and looks around seeeing Rachel he will pause "Um sorry did not mean to intrude." 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' Rachel looks over at the sound of an approach, waving off the apology. "Not much to intrude on up here. 'Sides, it's a public roof, right?" she smiles faintly. "Plenty of space." She gestures around herself at the veritable sea of space, then takes the last bite of pizza, leaving just the crust in her hand. In threadbare joggers and a tank top, she seems to be as much at east as she ever is. And yet there's still a certain tension in her shoulders, the way she looks out over the horizon. Like she's on watch. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and hmms he walks over and get close enough to talk, as he leans against a chimney or some such roof ornament "So, you doing ok? I mean.." He sighs a bit and says "You know I have ben worried." He does not say if was her, them or what. "Jay got a gig for his band in the bar back home." 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "Yeah? Good for him." Rachel takes a bite of the crust, chewing pensively with her eyes on the horizon. "I'm okay. As okay as I've ever been, I guess," she grimaces, lifting one shoulder in an awkward shrug. "The Sentinel thing has me on edge. I was too young to know a lot of the details when it started in my world. So things starting here...All I remember is what happened after, and I feel like I should be able to help more than just fighting them, but I can't, so..." She lets out a breath, taking another bite of the crust. "So, I'm mad at myself for something I can't do anything about. Fun times." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and will walk over putting a hand on her shoulder, "Well Ah know it has to be scary hon, Ah still think us having heroes around that you have never heard of in your time is a good sign. " He rubs her shoulder gently, and says "And you know I will do everything Ah can to make sure the world is headed for a brighter future. 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "Admittedly, if we'd had a Thor kicking Sentinel ass, I do feel like that would have helped," Rachel chuckles, finishing off the pizza crust and wiping her hand off on her pants. "Some things don't change, though. They show up, they start the fight. And if do anything other than lie down and die, then it's our fault for whatever comes out of it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, Ah think we can look out and see that there are a lot of people who are not going to sit back and do nothing. Ah know the one future Ah saw was different than yours but it was another we can't let happen. We are the ones who fight for the best for peace, and prosperity. And you know everyone here is going to help with that fight right?" 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "Oh, I know. That's..." Rachel ruffles a hand through her hair, pulling her bangs forward to shadow her features. "That's what I worry about more than anything else, Sam. All of us fighting means that all of us are in danger. We could all die. And I've seen enough of my friends and family dying for two lifetimes. I don't want to see that again." She shrugs, shaking her head. "It is what it is. We'll do what we can, we'll figure it out. I know." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and says "Well, trust me, Ah know it is not the same thing but Ah see the new faces coming in and Ah worry do we have the right to bring them into our life, but then Ah think where would they be if not. Cody's own dad was trying to hunt him down for pete's sake. " he sighs and it is obvious how much family turning against one another bothers him. "You know Ah know somehow some of us get to come back, but not all of us, not even most of us, but when our time comes our final time, what more can we ask for than to look back and know we were loved, and we tried to do the right thing?" 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "That it worked?" Rachel stands up, pacing along the perimeter of the roof. "That everything we gave up earned something for the people who were left behind. What's it all for if it doesn't //work//?" She shoves her hands into her pockets, shoulders hunching just a bit. "It's not enough to go out in a blaze of glory if you lose while you're doing it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Ah aint saying going out in a blaze of glory, Ah am saying keep trying to that last breath, and in doing so make sure we are doing all we can. Not only in our own actions but inspiring those around us, showing them there is a reason to fight for the better day. 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "You can fight for inspiration if you want, Sam," Rachel smiles faintly, rueful. "I'll be fighting for survival. Probably going to get a little bit dirtier on my end, but whatever it takes." She scuffs her feet along the rooftop, looking back up toward the sky and the stars that have started peeking out. "It's cool. We'll manage. All we can do it fight, probably no sense in getting worked up about it before it happens. What about you? Anything else interesting going on?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head and says "Ah will be beside you the whole way. As for new things, got Dazzler set up to play at the club some, and dealing with the new students. Think Ah may have helped Mila out some with her comfort level, gotta take her flying sometime but showing her there are some good things about being here. 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "That's the girl from the mall incident?" Rachel asks, looking back with a quirk of her brow. "Glad she's getting some guidance here. No one's giving her crap about the whole mall thing, are they?" She doesn't seem quite sure what answer she's looking for on that one. She can understand the position that sort of damage may have put them in. But she's also not much for letting people make this place less than pleasant. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head and says "Na, and if she gets any grief it will be more cause of the odd effect her power is having for her. She has sound powers, and is broadcasting her inner monologue externally. So far just been some what embaressing for her, but a bit worried when we get a new kid who is all worked up about his or her appearance, and she lets something otu she would normally not say. 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "Yeeeaaah, I know how that one goes," Rachel says ruefully, the faintest smile tugging at one corner of her lips. "She talked to Nate yet? He might be able to give her a few pointers on the inside voice from the psychic point of view. Might help." She shrugs, letting out a huff of breath. "At least she's in a place where people can help her rather than getting hurt. It's progress." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Ah don't think so but I am not sure, Ah do know she got a good healthy lunch under her belt the other day, we even had Wade, and if you can deal with him, Ah think if you can make it through one of those you can make it through most things 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' "Well that's the truth." Rachel takes a deep breath, stepping away from the edge of the roof. "I should probably get to bed. More training to go in the morning, more trying to figure all of this out. I've been told getting enough sleep is healthy too," she smirks. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and will walk over to her, and offer her a hug. He does not force it and he may seem a bit awkward but he is tring to continue giving her her space. 

:'''{{#var:762|Rachel Grey (762)}} has posed:''' Rachel slips to the side of the hug, one-armed, but at least she has the grace to keep it from getting any more awkward than that. "You should get some sleep too," she suggests as she steps away, smile faint. "Before you make a habit out of falling asleep on couches. Thanks, Sam," she adds as she backs toward the exit. "Always good to see a ray of sunshine around." 
}}

8001/New Student testing MM-1

2019-09-14T20:43:24Z

Grizzlar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/22
|Location=Danger Room - X-Men Base
|Synopsis=A clue of just how powerful Mila is found.
|Cast of Characters=1258,8588,1126
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has called Mila to the hallway upstairs, and leads her into the elevator "Today we are going to start testing your powers out to get a base line of where your at, and how to work on improving them." He will tell her as they ride the elevator down to the secret levels. He will step out motioning her to follow along "we have a room down here that will helps, keeps the neighbors from noticing and any accidents are easier prevented." 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell trots along with Samuel, fiddling with her fingers. The descending ride inside the booth is 'graced' by a low-key elevator music rendition of the 'Girl from Ipanema', which almost certainly wasn't there before, and which fades to silence as they leave. She hesitates a moment, walks back looking for the music, but it does not seem to be there. She frowns. She focuses, and the music resumes. And then she realizes she's lagging behind, so she hurries to scoot up to Samuel. "...easi/er/ prevented? Like... you do prevent them, right, it's just... easier to do so?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yea, in here there are extra precautions to make sure people don't get hurt. "Like for example, with my blasting, things that were ment to stop me, somehow distracting, or what not, would have air bags under them, so if I fell I did not get road rash and such 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell nods and keeps scooting to a side of Samuel. "Uhm. Ok. So... let's... do the thing?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Ok, Doug is in the control booth so he will be taking readings, and also running the computers for us. "So lets start off with something simple. We know you can make sounds, so how about we start with can you make a song you like play in the monologue for us? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' A voice call from the control booth. "It's the concussions we were all worried about, more than the road rash." Inside, Doug is sitting with his sneakered feet up on the control panel, tipped back in the chair, and he's drinking a mug of coffee that says 'I <3 holograms'. "Okay. So, Danger Room One-oh-One. The Danger Room is one of the most sophisticated pieces of technology on earth. It uses hard-light holograms, force-fields and adaptive technology to create realistic simulations of places and people." He goes on, bending in to bend to the mic, "It is for training purposes ONLY. Rumors of vacation getaways, holographic fully immersive detective novels, and kissing training simulators are just that -- rumors. My name is Cypher, and I reclaim my title as Ultimate Master Danger Room Programmer." "What will we be doing today, Sam?" 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' "Those were all good suggestions," starts the disembodied monologue, startling Mila who wasn't expecting it, "and it was a pity that they weren't real. Although, despite that, I could not but wonder... what if someone had mutant kissing powers? Then the mutant room /could/ be used for that, or we would have a paradox on our hands." The strings section of an orchestra introduces a movie soundtrack-like theme for a romantic scene. "But I could not help but imagine. How great it would be if a kissing training simulatior was real. Could I, perhaps, argue that it might be beneficial to my psychological well-being, giving the counterbalancing relationship embarrassment I am otherwise-" Mila, already blushing a red so deep one might suspect mutant powers had changed her skin tone, clenches her fists, her teeth, closes her eyes, and nods once, hard. The voiceover cuts off at exactly this point, leaving only the music. She's still focusing, and as she does so, the music jumbles more and more into a cacophony of sorts, as if she engaged in a psionic fight with the orchestra. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Breath in and out, calm, and serene. You control your power not the other way around. You can direct it without having to bend it. Feel the energy of it, and let yourself be part of it. You just have to relax and feel it. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell takes deep breaths as instructed. At first the orchestra seems to have the upper hand, untangling the cacophony back into the original theme, but then, slowly, the instruments slowly fade into each other. One by one. It's a tedious, long work, but slow breathing and patience allow mila to slowly pick each single instrument as if it was a thread, and tie it together with a different one, until all that's left is a single, flat tone. Long, drawn out, unchanging, not unlike a purely sinusoidal dial tone. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug turns to a terminal, and his fingers fly over the keys. Mister 160 Words Per Minute begins adjusting danger room programming code one-handed while he takes a sip of his coffee with the other. "Let's try some basic sound control and resonance work." The room changes to a completely alien landscape, with pillars of multi-colored crystals irregularly spaced throughout the room. "Each of these crystals will resonante with a speciic note at a specific amplitude. See if you can cycle through until you hit the right one." "Also, Sam, have you thought about bringing Alison in to train her?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles as she works on this and slowly but surely gets to the one tone "Very good, see it is a part of you, think of it like learning to walk or ride a bike you can do it and with practice it becomes second nature. Now I want you to see if you can increase the volume and how loud you can be if so." He looks to the booth "Yea, talked to her about coming and helping out and teaching a music class also. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug murmurs, "It's amazing he can be so thoughtful... what with all the concussions." 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell is startled at the sudden change of appearance of the room. "What..." She reaches towards one crystal, and attempts to feel it. "...these holograms are...wow..." she says. She stops short, just before making contact, and retracts her hand. "Wait, no, no, no touchy. Not without permission." She AHEMS. "Can I touch the crystal? I mean, if it resonates at a specific frequency, I suppose I can hit it and it will play the note, right?" She looks between Sam and Doug, who seem to have talked too close to each other. "Sorry, sorry, I... what am I supposed to do then? Cycle the crystals or... keep one note and make it loud, or... Oh. Like, hit the note for a crystal and keep increasing the amplitude until it shatters?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug bends the mic again. "Go with Sam's for now. Nothing in this room will harm you, even if this was an active combat sim, your vitals are being monitored and there are safety controls in place, the room is non-lethal." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "Once we have your level of loudness, we will go through the frequencies, I want to see also if the different frequencies effect the volumes you can control. When you get to the frequencies I believe the crystals will light up, or maybe show ya goofy pics of me." He jokes with her 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell cannot restrain a laugh at the latest comment, and resumes the breathing in and out. The loudness raises, raises, and... ...The 'battery low' chime of Mila's cell phone comes from within her pocket. Well, the energy to create that sound had to come from somewhere, and it seems like the cell phone battery has been the designated reservoir up to now. In fact, the sound falters shortly after, lowers in volume, Mila looks confused, and following a moment of disorientation... ...The sound quickly picks up again, strong, firm, louder, and louder. At a cost, though: the power grid turns out to have an extra load now, extra electricity is drawn from the mains, but seems to disappear into nothing, at a rate proportional to the intensity of Mila's note. Hopefully, the system of the Danger Room has excellent insulation against wild fluctuations of electricity close to its input, or, depending on how and where, exactly, Mila is draining power, the holograms might flicker... same holds for the lights in Doug's room. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug's mouth puckers, and then he says, "Interesting, I didn't know she could do that. Sam, she's drawing energy directly from the Danger Room's power supply. The Danger Room's power supply is a Shi'ar fusion core that you'd typically find powering a dreadnought *spaceship* and she's diverting the lion's share of its output to her. I'm killing the sim for a second." With the hit of a button, the holograms die. "That's interesting." He falls back into his chair and strokes his chin. "We need a new approach. I think maybe some old-fashioned training first, maybe cracking wineglasses... we're going to need an energy manipulator to teach her how to do this without frying the Danger Room or blowing the power grid. But this has potential. If she's drawing on electromagnetic energy, she could potentially stop someone as powerful as Magneto cold." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit to this and looks impressed "Ok, impressive, seems we have learned a bit about your powers already." He offers her a smile and says "Look like we may have opened up a whole other set of training for you." He hmms and days "You may even be able to do sound blasts or... fly." He knows she likes the idea of flying. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' As the power is cut, so is Mila's sound. Silence. If there were crickets, they'd be chirping. In fact, if there was any decent amount of power to drain, there might be cricket chirping. But Mila's phone is dead, and her power is still immature enough to /subconsciously/ drain power from small batteries yards away from her. "...er...uh...", she says, fiddling with her fingers. "...stopping something very powerful... uh... it might be a bit much," she says, "I'm not sure if I can... ah..." Samuel's words finally kick in. "...hehe," she says. "...flying on sound blasts? That sounds like... uhm... Hello, and Welcome to Air Guitar, where our riffs are so hot they'll BLAST YOU into space!", she jokes, nervously, mostly in an attempt to calm (or distract) herself. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "You have to understand," Doug says. "Every mutant -- *every* mutant -- has been where you are, with incredible power at their fingertips, but it being on them to figure out how to use it safely, effectively, and responsibly." "Even me. Believe it or not." He spins in his chair and then says, "Until we can figure out how to stop her from causing a meltdown in the fusion generator, which wouldn't explode... I *think*... but would be VERY hard to replace, we're going to have to put a pin in the Danger Room for now and do this the old-fashioned way, Sam--Unless... I'll talk to Forge. I have an idea. She seems to draw from the closest available power sources *first*... so I'll see if he can come up with some kind of battery that'll take the load off of power sources extraneous to you. Shouldn't be... too difficult. You don't mind wearing a miniature fusion battery in your hoodie pocket, do you?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well if we want to use the danger room, or out in the back yard think we might start with a few car batteries or something. And yes, we actually have a few friends, one who is a teacher here who uses sound to fly, will see about getting Mr. Cassidy to talk to you soon. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell's brow creases. "...is that safe? I mean... if it's safe, sure?" Fingers twine together, and she leans forward, tilting her head a little. "...it is safe, right?" At Doug's description of how her energy draining works, she waits a moment, she opens her mouth, and then she closes it, as if she wanted to say something, but eventually decided not to. She turns to Samuel, eyes wide. "...flying? You mean... like... you think I could actually..." she makes a fluttering motion with one hand, while she moves it upwards, incredulous and excited. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug raises his eyebrows. "Safe is a relative word. Right now, your powers aren't 'safe', because if you were to use them, you might cause power outages for miles. So figuring out a way to mitigate that would be saf-er." He steeples his fingers together. "All part of the process. When Sam here was a kid... he couldn't steer. Used to drive him nuts. He figured it out. You learn, you grow. Heck, my main role in Danger Room combat scenarios is 'get out of the way and get to the objective while everyone else is tied up fighting'." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks up to the danger room, and says "Cue up Theresa or Sean and let her see a bit of what flying on sound looks like." He will nod to Mila "If you can do blasts of energy flying is possible that way to, but stiring is a bit of a pain and with no blast field to protect you might be a lot of a pain. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell nods at Doug. "...I like the idea of the batteries. Maybe we could start with that. It sounds like something... uh... saf/er/?" After Doug's explanation of his danger room scenarios, she goes pensive and crosses her arms. "Hm. Given what I've learnt today... there goes my hope that my role would be 'provide a driving playlist while everyone else is engaged in fights." She nods at Sam. "...flying. On sound. Uh. That. Uh. Flying. I hope I /can/ do those blasts of energy!" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug brings up some holographic images of Banshee. "Banshee and his daughter, Siryn have mutated vocal chords that allow them to scream loudly enough and with enough power to generate kinetic energy, giving them lift enough to fly. I've also seen him shatter granite with a shout, so." Then he adds, "The Dazzler has the ability to *absorb* ambient sound and convert it into energy and generate light. You... don't work quite the same way they do but I think both of them might have some ideas on how to train you. I still wonder where all of these energy-generating mutants draw their power. Like, where does Sam get the energy necessary to generate that thermokinetic energy field--" He shakes his head. "Mutants are weird." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smirks, and says "I secretly sneak down to the kitchen and eats a gallon of Bobby's chili every night, it is the only way to keep up the thrust." He jokes a bit. I am not sure, I know some do absorb energy." He looks to Mila "Our friend Bobby, not the new kid, the Brazilian fellow, he is basically a solar battery, and converter. 

:'''{{#var:8588|Mila Mitchell (8588)}} has posed:''' Mila Mitchell says, "...well, at least I... I seem to understand we know where I get mine? That makes me... uh... less weird, I think. In that respect. Which, to be honest, is one point where having been weird probably would have helped." She turns to Samuel. "I don't think I've met that particular Bobby. The storage sounds useful. At the moment, I seem to be able only to do the conversion part..." 
}}

8006/New Student Testing BM-1

2019-09-14T20:42:38Z

Grizzlar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/23
|Location=Danger Room - X-Men Base
|Synopsis=Blinkdog learns a bit about his powers.
|Cast of Characters=1258,1126,8155,145
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has met Bobby at the Elevator on the main floor, and had him join him on the elevator. "We are going to run you through some tests on your powers today. The room we are heading down to is set up for training, and one of the safer places for testing your powers. He will lead him off the elevator, and into the danger room. "Doug Ramsey is up in the control room." He motions up to the other fellow. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug taps his finger on the mic, *biff biff*, and then says, "Good afternoon, my name is Doug, and I'll be your Dungeon Master. Allow me to unpack just what you're walking into. The Danger Room is the most sophisticated combat trainer in the world. It uses hard-light holograms, force fields, and adaptive technology to provide true-to-life simulations of environments, situations, and individuals. Please note the Danger Room is for training purposes *only*. Rumors of tropical getaways, holographic crime novels, and 'Makeout training with Psylocke' are all completely untrue and would be an abuse of the Danger Room and its sophisticated systems. Also, if you try to set up a program like that somebody will find it and the way people gossip around here the whole school'll know about it by dinner." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby has been rather... stuck... all week in one form. For once it was in his human shape. Though of course it couldn't have happened at a more inconvenient time. Just when he was itching to get to the testing phase for his abilities they all clam up! Fortunately though he felt the subtle tension ease in the back of his mind. Something told him he could shift and awaken Blinkdog and let him out for a run just before getting on the X-mansion elevator. Sam touching the control for it to decent into the lower level surprised him at first and then he realized that he was being escorted for his evaluation. He nods at Sam and shifts, smoothly turning into Blinkdog as he steps into the room. He listens to Doug's trope on the room's uses and rumored missuses and nods grinning in a dog-like manner. "Let me get the feel of the room before you turn anything on. You say this can look like anywhere? Like that room in that sci-fi show um... sorry I dont watch much tv. What's it called... the one with the scotty guy only it had that bald guy who looks a lot like Professor Xavier." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and says "Star Trek, and we also have our own Dr. McCoy as well." He smiles and says "And while in effect it will also make distances seem more real. Ah am not sure about long range teleports to be honest, but Ah do know Kurt has went for a bit of a distance in here. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog reaches into a pocket as he walks about the room. He pulls out several small oragami cranes and other shapes and unfolds them. He drops them around after looking at each one. "Don't mind the litter. It helps me set a landing point. I wont need them after a bit even if this place does change drastically. I will still... 'feel' them. Even when they're gone. It's kinda like... I dont know how to explain it really." he scratches his head. "Its like... um.. I have this 3D map of my entire universe in my head. The icons on the papers kinda lets me put a place into its spot in relation to everything else. Otherwise I have to rely on just my line of sight. If this place plays with your brain to make it look further when it really isn't I wont be able to jump." he explains. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "It can play tricks with your perceptions but generally there's a 'play area' things are limited to, and the Danger Room will make sure you don't go out of bounds with obstacles and the like." Doug says, before he murmurs "I think that was installed after Sam damaged the walls one too many times. Like a bird flying into a window, kid. THWACK." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks up at Doug, and says "Really?" he will smirk a bit though and says "Ok, to start with the first little bit lets see how quickly it takes you to port to that wall, then to the other, and then back here. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog smiles, "Thats easy let me finish doing this first. Trust me it will help." He finishes his circuit dropping five oragamis around the room. He then walks to the center and closes his eyes for a moment. Then one by one he appears at each of them. He picks each one up as he goes. Then repeats it again a couple more times going to each spot precisely, and silently making no noise. At each teleport you catch a glimpse of something interesting. Its so fast that it is easily missed, but for a split second there are two of him at the same time, but the "after image" is gone so quickly that it could just be an optical illusion. ((OOCly if they check any video tape though it will show ^.^ Two places at once for a microsecond. Sometimes longer but not by much.)) 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Interesting. MOST teleporters do it by traveling through another dimension and then emerging someplace else. But you seem to be playing with the laws of space and time. For a split instant you're in two places at once." Doug studies the Danger Room's readings on this. "Closest analogue I've seen to that is Lila Cheney. She's a living wormhole, in essence, able to push herself and others through space and time, but she can only do it over cosmic distances. I still don't know how she compensates for the changing position of galactic objects relative to each other." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks up, and says "Ah think it is more she is going to her memory of the location more than it's actual location in space, part of why she has to have been tot he place before she can teleport to it." He will tell Doug, and nods a bit to Blinkdog, and says "Ok, now, I want to see how you do without the markers, give me the corners of the room, and drop a marker there before you go again. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog nods and shrugs. "I just know it works. I don't miss... ever... well except this once and I have no idea how THAT happened really. It really messed me up. Oh and I cant accidentally go into something solid. I'll either be pushed to a spot nearby or I just wont teleport at all. But its uncomfortable. Like slamming into a wall at an angle while running accidentally and bouncing off. It can really hurt sometimes if I'm moving like on a subway car." 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Speaking of teleporters... A new one arrives. Not via teleportation however; there were some places one didn't just teleport into in the X-Mansion. The Danger Room was definitely one of those. The doors open to admit Illyana who pauses in the doorway to view the situation inside before stepping over the threshold. It wouldn't do to walk smack dab into the middle of one of Logan's simulations, for instance. "I thought I had heard there may be training with teleporters going on," she offers with a tilt of her head to those here in greeting. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "It's because, I think, unlike other teleporters you're not actually leaving our dimension's space time plane, just moving within it. The School's brains would have a field day with this. Physics is interesting but it's not a must-master for me. Sam would know more than I do." Doug considers, and says, "Also, Sam, after we're done with powers testing, I want to run through the Tomb of Horrors. If you're up for the challenge." He's in the control booth. "Oh hey. Just a little powers testing." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog is in the middle of the room listening and answering as best he can with a raised voice. "Again I have no idea. It just works. I never got past seventh grade. I'm self-taught." he then snerks, "Tomb of Horrors? Sounds like a dungeons and dragons game. I played that for a while with a friend who gave me my nick-name. This comic store had a game in the back room and they didn't care if you were homless." he says casually. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Hey Illyana, glad you could make it, we are working on Bobby's teleportation. Right now, we are having a bit of a speed test, but if your hear and willing might give him a bit of a distance test in a bit." He will look to Doug "We can handle that I am sure." He hmmms and says "Ok, Bobby am curious what if someone else drops one of your origami animals some place you have not been? 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog stops and ponders after waving at Illyana from where he is standing, "I... never tried that." thinking for a moment he shakes his head, "Nah wouldn't work. Least I dont think it would. I still wouldnt have any idea WHERE the glyph is in relation to me or the rest of my world picture. I mean maybe if I had that and... some more information like a video feed? Maybe?" he speculates. "I've never tried it really. Wouldn't hurt to test it though. Worst thing that can happen is it wouldnt work." He takes a deep breath. "Okay speed test... Be prepaired to be underwhelmed..." He closes his eyes for a moment then focuses. He then teleports to the far side of the chamer. A second passes as he orients himself and then he teleports again. He tries to speed up the process going between to or three points, pop... pop... pop... an easy one-count passing between each landing. Nowhere near as fast as Kurt's multi-bamf. The teleport itself is instantaneous, but the time between them is at best half a second. Then he teleports to a spot near Sam and Illyana and tries to jump away back to his previous spot... and finds himself rooted in place. Blinkdog startles, "What the hell?" He scrunches his face and tries harder. There is a flikering and then nothing. He looks confused and stands there obviously upset at something. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin lifts a hand to wave toward the control booth to greet Doug who was up there. "Teleporting is something of a speciality," she points out as she moves to stand near Sam. When the speed run begins she merely watches where he comes out each time. Up until the last part. Once he tries to blink from there it's different. She makes a noise. It's a difficult to explain noise, like a little yelping gasp of surprise like she'd just gotten a static electric shock unexpectedly. Then again.... "What are you doing!?" She blurts out staring directly at Blinkdog with the most peculiar expression on her face. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie starts to ask the other young man something at his stopping but at Illyana's reaction. He will raise a brow looking between the two and waits letting the two of them sort this out and see what happens. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog stands blinking, "Um, trying to teleport... but... it's wierd! Why something wrong for you too?" he asks looking suddenly self-conscious. He reaches for his hoodie out of reflex and draws it up over his head like he had to do for years when hiding his hybrid form from the public. His posture, his mannerisms, they all change dramatically in that moment. The obvious cheer and relaxed confidence he had a moment ago melt away completely and it is almost like a different person entered the room in his place. "I... I... it's not working." he says trying again. Once more there is nothing, nothing but a subtle tug felt by another. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug raises his eyebrows. "Interesting... let me run back over that using the Danger Room's equipment and I'll tell you exactly what happened. Won't be a tick." He compensates for having to take a few minutes by starting his program 'Cypher9' which is a hologram of him... at sixteen... juggling and doing magic tricks while wearing a t-shirt that says 'Now Loading'. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin gives an involuntary shudder when he tries again, and fails. "It is like ..." She tries to find the word to explain, but shakes her head sharply. Sometimes action was better than words. She raises her hand to flick open a portal near herself, which DOES work, and she steps through only to appear across the room staring back at Sam and Blink and the hologram of Dougie apparently. "Like rubbing magnets together only with wrong ends?" That was the best way she could think to respond. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will reach over to put a hand on Blinkdog's shoulder and says "No one is upset at you Bobby, this is the place for learning, if your powers act odd around other teleporters it is good to know now. Illyana, aint mad at you trust me, you know when she is mad at you. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog sees the shudder Illyana gives as he made another attempt. "You mean... you felt it? When I tried?" He then turns to Sam, "I've... well before I met you guys I've never been around other teleporters." he says scratching his forearm nervously. "Other mutants sure, there are lots in New York. But teleporters were rare I thought. Till I came here." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Huh." Doug says, "...I was wrong. You are... like... a Star Trek transporter." Doug is mystified. "You are-quite literally-deconstructed at the molecular level and then transported to another location in space-time. Wowie-Zowie." He spins in his chair. "Let me run some tests. Uh-huh... uh-huh. I *see*. So. The way Illyana -- and most teleporters -- work is that they open a gate to another dimension, go through it, physically enter that dimension, then open a NEW gateway and step back through into our dimension someplace else. Your... matter transportation effect and their extradimensional affinity don't... like each other. See, our dimension is kind of like a sheet. A teleporter rips a hole in it, steps through to someplace else, rips their way back in from the other side. But by its very nature it seals itself up again unless something forces it not to. But if one person's pulling one way and one person's pulling the other way... I need a physicist, an adult, and a binky! Oy!" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin gives a quick nod toward Blinkdog. "I feel it when you try. But you were able to before you were near me--" Thankfully Doug steps in with an explanation. She stares at him a long few moments before looking back to the other two with her arms spread in a helpless shrug. "I could see it perhaps interfering, yes. Try again?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Ok, now that she is away try to port again." He hmms and types in on a table to Doug "Compare his signatures to Maddox." He looks to Blink and says "Your good this is for learning, no one is going to get upset." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog nods, "Yeah I understood maybe... none of that. But I get it, other teleporters cancel me out somehow.... and they can feel me trying. Hey you were in the garden the other day." he exclaims, "The whole pottery thing remember? I was off-target... I missed... I never miss... but you were there. Maybe thats why!" he says spreading his arms. He then nods at Sam and tries again, picking a spot away from Illyana to be sure. Taking note of if he is off target any. He vanishes and appears, "Wierd, I am a little off. You're like a magnet... what was your name again? Sorry." he asks apologizing. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well." Doug says, "It's... I've never seen anything like it, and I'm kind of at the limits of my powers here." He frowns, and scratches his head, and says, "But... if you were to hold yourself mid-transition you might exist in two places at once as one entity, still." Then Doug murmurs, "Most teleporters I know have an affinity for extradimensionalities you might kindly call 'chaotic'. Maybe you're just the opposite, and you have an affinity for Order. Illyana, what're the metaphysics on that?" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin makes a small groan when metaphysics are mentioned. This means she'll have to think on a magical level. A deep breath is drawn, her eyes closing as she simply focuses her thoughts inward a moment. "When I teleport, I feel as if I'm reaching out for something. I draw the portal to me and sort of insist on where it goes. If his teleportation doesn't draw on anything else then..." How to put it? Holding a hand out, palm up, she lifts her other hand to point a finger. "This is our plane," she explains. "I go from here, to here, by pulling on Limbo and having it open here." she explains hopping her finger from the palm to the tips of her fingers. "He... slides." She draws her finger along the plane. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and says "We may need to check you around Kurt as well, see if it works the same way with al teleports. the more we can test you around the better. Also I want to see something. Walk to Illyana and slowly walk away to see how far you have to be before you can port. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog nods slowly, "I think I follow... I dont ever leave this world. I just kinda make a shortcut through it." he sys letting his hoody drop and regaining some of his previous demenor. "Hey I wonder, stay still for a moment I wanna try something." he says raising his hand. Black smoke seems to erupt around it vanishing almost as quickly into the air. He nods and starts walking towards Illyana the smoke billowing from his hand growing darker, some red flowing into its mixture. When he gets within about six feet of Illyana the smoke vanishes fading away. "Now THAT is interesting. I always wondered..." He then tries to teleport away. Again there is a tugging for Illyana and nothing happens. He takes a few steps back and vanishes. "Yeah, it's definitely a range thing. We can work around it... but that also means that other trick of mine is teleporting in a way also." he says referring to the black and red smoke he was generating around his hand a moment ago. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug quirks his mouth. "Yeah, that was molecular discorporation." He says, "Like your teleportation except you're just causing whatever you touch to come apart at the molecular level." Doug rests his chin in his hand, and says, "...Weird. Remember when mutation was simple? Illyana goes to Hell. Sam has rocket legs. Doug ka pale nenpòt lang." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog shrugs, "It is simple. I'm just here..." he vanishes and appears in another spot. "And then here. But you havent seen the complicated one yet." he says. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin sniffs indignantly while shooting Doug a look. "I do not go to Hell. That is an entirely different plane all together." Well, she had to have some pride in what she does. "I just use Limbo's teleportation portals for my benefit." Nevermind the magic part. Yep. As she watches Blinkdog try more things out she considers. "Perhaps we should attempt to teleport at the same time and see the results." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and leans against the wall, and says "Ah gotta admit am curious what would happen if he tries to port through one of your stepping disks." He looks over to Blinkdog and says "Got a few more tricks up your sleeve? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Ohhhhh, stupid dimension tricks are how we wound up having dinner with Robert the Bruce..." Doug says, his chin in his hand. He wiggles his other hand at Illyana up in the booth. "Potaytoh, potahto, it's full of demons and you rule it from a kickass castle. It has a REALLY nice spa by the way, can't rate it highly enough--" 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog nods, "I guess you can open one and see what happens." he says "Someone can give us a countdown and then we can try... but hey Doug, try to science this one!" He digs into his pocket and pulls out an oragami crane. He holds it up on his palm, balancing it palm side-up. "Watch closely." he then makes his hand smoke again. This time just black smoke rises none of the blood red to it at all. It swallows the crane and then he cuts it off.... but a bit of crane-shaped smoke remains. He moves his hand and the crane-shape breaks apart in the air. He then moves his hand back to where it was, "Wait for it.... wait for it... Seriously this takes a moment..." he says. About two minutes later the dispersed smoke begins to appear and gather and then.... The paper crane is once more back in the palm of his hand, exactly as if it had never been destroyed. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' "I'm glad you like the spa. It used to be a torture chamber. Needed a facelift," Illyana explains in a way that makes it difficult to tell if she were joking or not. When the origami demonstration is made she watches with a bit of interesting. "It's like Kitty's phasing, only he makes something else do it. Then it returns to itself as the effect fades." A glance is cast toward Doug for confirmation on her assessment. "Yes, let's try with one of my portals open. If you end up somewhere that looks like a barren dessert of fire, that is Limbo. It will only take awhile to find you," she assures even as a portal appears glowing beside her. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will holds up a finger and walks over opening one of the compartments on a wall, and pulls out a device and offers it to Bobby, as he holds a small tablet. "A tracker just to be on the safe side." He tells the younger man 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well that old rack REALLY did some beautiful things to my back." Doug says, "Well, hold on to your butts-- But uh, if something goes wrong and eldritch horrors pour in, I'm filling the room with immobilizing foam." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog nods taking the tablet. He steps away moving beyond six feet from Illyana and concentrates... and again he finds himself unable to budge. He walks a little further away, and again... nothing. It isn't until he is about a hundred feet away across the room can he teleport again. This time he appears a foot or so higher than he anticipated and he hovers for a split second standing on nothing and then he drops. "Okay, if a portal is active it buggers me up even further out. You said at the same time. Lets do a count down and try activating our abilities similtaneously." he suggests. Finding this exploration kind of fun and exciting in a way that hasnt enguaged him about his abilities since he first figured out they could actually save his life despite the inconveniences that come with them. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin dutifully stays in place while he tests the distance for his ability, and then finds it throws him off course. She hums quietly to herself with a single nod. The disc is dispelled as she looks to the other two in the room. "I am all right with trying this if they are. On the count of three?" She asks with an eyebrow raising quizically. If anyone wanted to speak up about how this is a bad idea now was the time to do it. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and does seem to be a bit more on guard. He puts his table into his belt crossing his arms and watches "And to think they let me be in charge for stuff like this." He jokes and nods to the two. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog picks a spot a few feet from Illyana as his target. May as well give it a shot and see if he gets a 'bounce' from her... whatever-field... she generates around her. He tries his best to time it as she gives the count. He vanishes! "GAH!!!" he says from about six feet over Illyana's head. He sticks in the air when he teleports for just a second as if he were still standing on something solid, but it goes away fast! He drops right down at her trying his best to teleport away but of course it doesn't work! 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug adds, musing, "Do you know how many times we did something dumb just like this?" He watches, and then winces. "Well okay. Reality didn't turn itself inside out, but--" 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin is quicker at last with her own portals. When she hears the yell from above she ducks her head, a portal disc appearing above her. Another appears a short bit in front of her intending to deposit him on the ground at a lesser height so as to avoid injuring him, but mostly to avoid getting squashed by him falling ontop of her. "That was a better result than expected," she has to admit. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie starts to take a step and trigger his blasting to catch the kid, but seeing as Illyana has it, he lets her handle it. He nods, and says "No time travel, evil clones from the future, I would say we are batting a 100 tonight lady and gentlemen. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog sprawls a bit not expecting to get portal-ed. He manages to land on something other than his face at least... his knees and shins... owie! He lets out a grunt and catches himself with a paw on the ground and then stands up rubbing his knees a little as he does. "Well yeah... I still didnt go extradimensional." he looks at Illyana, "Though... owie! That explains why I got sucked into a claymation garden party the other day though. She's definitely like a magnet." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "I was kind of looking forward to reality going 'Bleugh!'" Doug says, before he pushes himself to his feet, and descends int othe danger room proper. "Everyone's all right?" He asks. 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog nods hobbling himself a few more feet away from Illyana, "One more thing to note... my healing ability is teleportation based too somehow apparently..." he says. Feeling relief once he gets far enough for it to kick in and his bruises vanish. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin hums thoughtfully at that only to give a nod. The portals are shut and she regards the others a moment. Finally she quips, "Does this mean I have a magnetic personality?" The corners of her lips twitch a bit with a smile at her own bad joke. "I can see though how it would be a pulling force. It often feels as if the portals I use suck you in once you're there. My powers pull at yours. Good to know." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Ok, so today we have a non inter dimensional teleporter, and an energy converter on a massive scale." He hmmms and looks over to Doug "Think colt will have any surprises for us?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, the bill for the measurements for his black and yellows," Doug murmurs, to the two of them. "Which reminds me... I need an *actual* uniform. I tried putting my old one on, the unstable molecules are fine but the arms and legs are too short and the boots don't fit." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog is reminded of something Kitty told him in passing. "Oh, I need to be... um.. 'scanned' for my holo-whatsitz... the watch thingie you guys are supposed to give me in case I go all wolfie in public." he says. "Any idea when thats gonna happen? I'd like to pop out for pizza without freaking out the locals. And um... uniform? I already have the school uniform... but I dont get one of those other kind too do I?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:145|Illyana Rasputin (145)}} has posed:''' Illyana Rasputin glances between Doug, and Sam, then Blinkdog at the talk of uniforms. Oh no. No, she was told not to talk about *that* among new students so her lips are sealed. It wasn't her place to bring newbies in on that situation. "Sam and Doug can help with your hologram scan. The technology is not so much things I do. Magical, perhaps, but most don't like my type." Even herself. Stretching up on her toes a moment, she rolls her weight forward to then start walking toward the door. "I'll be heading off for now. Good to meet you again, Bobby," she offers. "Good night Doug and Sam." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well for starting and training you will be given a yellow and black training outfit." He will pull the tablet out and each of the three older new mutants will have their younger self standing beside them in their training outfits. He will say "When you graduate your training you can design one more your own tastes," 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "I'm sure they'll modernize the cut a bit. Sam here's a bit of a clothes horse, he's got a ton of different uniforms. I like the black one, with the rivets. Very steampunky." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog nods, "Well I have control of my shape... for now. So its a good time to get scanned or whatever." He says replying to Sam. "I dont really care what it looks like. YOu been where I've been you don't get too picky about clothing. As long as it isnt assless chaps or something wierd I'm cool with it." he remarks letting a little teenager smartassery leak into his comment. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Doug, you think you can handle the image inducer? " He blinks a moment as something dawns on him "We can work on you a new uniform, but I think I know something you can do to help out a lot around here Doug, and you may throw something at me, but am not joking Equiment manager." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug raises an eyebrow at Sam. "Equipment Manager. You couldn't call me 'Quartermaster' or 'Supply Chief' or anything cool like that. Equipment manager?" He lets out a huge sigh. "Fine, let's get you set up for your image inducer. I'm guessing you'll want to look like you, you don't want to be a redhead or anything?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look over and says "Gadget King? Gizmo Emperor?" He offers his friend with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug gives Sam the shady side-eye. "He used to have this flat-and-level buzz cut haircut," He tells Bobby, "We used to joke that it was because the top of his head was perfectly flat from slamming into things." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog laughs a little but stops himself lest he upset one of his mentors here at the school. "Well it could be worse, could be a mullet. Or how about helmet hair... that way you could joke about it protecting his noggin." Bobby still just couldn't help himself though. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Circuitry Czar, Machinest Maestro?" He will smile at his friend "Seriously though, you can literally speak their language, and your one of maybe three people who could rebuild most anything here. with Forge not being in residence can you think of anyone better? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well, I'll do what I always do," Doug says, "Which is what I can." He looks over to Bobby, "First thing's first, we get you set up for an image inducer." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Blinkdog grins as he shifts, his furred features disolving and running off of him smoothly like smoke, "That'd be great. Thanks!" This will seriously make his day among the rest of everything that has happened here, now he wont have to fret as much in public. There was one incident on a subway that almost got him arrested for inciting a riot... but that is neither here nor there. Bobby beats back the memories with a force of will. Lets not ruin today. Its been too good. He thinks to himself. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to him, and says "Anything special you want to always have on you? Ah mean like Doug here has his comedy shirts, Ah have my rock shirts., I know you did not get a lot of chance to pick things but if there is something you want it to look like now would be the time to tell him 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "...Comedy shirts." Doug says. He looks down at his t-shirt that just says 'DUNGEON MASTER' on it and shrugs. "...Okay, you got me there." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden blinks, "I haven't given it much thought. Kinda casual, like what I'm wearing I guess. I don't exactly hang around in the stuffed-shirt crowd around town... and the whole point is not to attract attention. So "millenial chique" is fine with me." he says thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the other guy and says "Prefer Geek shirts? You have always seem to prefer the ones with a humor side to them." He nods, and says "So, now we know about your powers, and we know a bit about your history, when your ready to tell us more we are willing to listen, but what type of things do you enjoy doing?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug considers Bobby, and then says, "We'll need to take him into town, he's going to need a suit. Like, the kind that comes with a tie." Then he sighs, and says, "Listen. This is a prestigious private school. You have to dress the part." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden pulls off his hoodie and ties it around his waist. The extra bulk of it will actually help keep his tail from accidentally showing as long as he doesn't "wag" it. He usually keeps the thing flat down against his leg anyway. Its not a nice feeling to be grabbed and yanked around by the thing he's learned more than once. So hollogram or not he'll just be... himself. He resonds to Sam's question, "Well I haven't exactly hidden anything. So far I've enjoyed the stuff that goes on around the school. I know how to do some board games and stuff, like I said earlier about what I was in on at that comic shop. I'm not exactly a reading type but I do when its something interesting. TV and stuff don't really interest me much. I just like to hang out and maybe explore places. Oh and if you've seen my room now... I guess I like making art. Drawing and stuff." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden adds, "Oh and I'm learning to play an instrument now. One of you suggested I take it up to help me learn how to focus... keep control of my changes." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Actually having a suit is not a bad thing, even getting you set up with a tux might not be a bad idea. School will provide most of that. If your wanting spending cash ya will need to do extra chores, and we can get you set up with a spending allowance. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug raises his eyebrows at Bobby. "See? You're doing great. Now we just need to find you your peeps. School's a lot easier when you've got people who've got your back." He shrugs his shoulders. "That way when you do something stupid and we have to hang you by your toes for it, you won't hang alone." 

:'''{{#var:8155|Blinkdog (8155)}} has posed:''' Bobby McFadden nods slowly, his ears reddening as he recalls already having been given detention once for not signing out and breaking curfew. Still he didn't mind the chores. Not one bit. For lots of reasons. "Yeah I guess. I still get a little crazy nervous around crowds though. I don't know why. Its been a new thing lately. New York is like... crowds 24/7 but up here at the school... its different." he shrugs, "Anyway lets get this stuff done... " 
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8081/New Student Testing CC-1

2019-09-14T20:38:25Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/06/27
|Location=Danger Room - X-Men Base
|Synopsis=Colt does well in his first time in the Danger Room.
|Cast of Characters=1258,8429,1798,1126
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will have met colt upstairs at the elevator. "Ok today we are going to do some of your more formal testing of your powers." He will push down taking Colt to the sub basement "This is where the more sensitive equipment is kept." He will lead him to a large door opening with a hand press "This is the danger rom, it is used for training, and is not to be used alone. The gentleman here is Josh Foley, I asked him to be here today, as a bit of your testing may need his unique touch." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' Colt Cassidy looks at Josh and offers a smile, "Uh, hey there." He says, offering one of his clawed hands to the other man, "Good to meet you. Haven't seen you running around but hey there's so many folks here that's not surprising." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh shakes Colt's hand with a big grin on his face. "Nice to meet you! I haven't been around much for a bit, I live off campus. Looking forward to seeing what you can do though. I heard about the protest. Nice work!" Josh glances at Sam and back to Colt. "If this guy thinks you're worth testing, you're definitely doing something right," Josh confides to Colt. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Doug, Sibil, and Ah were the ones to bring Colt here in. " He looks over and says "Doug gives the run down on the room better than I can, but if you have seen a holo-deck on star track, your in one. It is designed so you can not get seriously harmed and can be about any place. Today I am wanting to see about testing your strength and perhaps your damage resistance. Part of why I asked Josh to be here, while I do not see anything more than a scratch to you, he is a healer and having him handy is a safety precaution. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Well if he's the healer and I'm taking the damage, does that mean you're gonna DPS?" He asks, looking to Sam. Hey just because he grew up in rural Texas doesn't mean he's never played video games, "But nah, this should be fine. I've been kinda curious about it myself.." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, that's about right. But I don't wear robes. Let's get that straight," Josh says, putting his hands in his pockets. "So, let's get this party started! What's the scenario, Sam? Or is it a surprise?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well with just normal tests today, not planning anything fancy. " He will pull out a tablet, and type on it and a large chair will appear, and says "We know Colt is hand gun bullet proof but does chip. Was thinking first thing we would do is have him see how much pressure he could take on a finger until it hurts, or breaks the skin, if he is comfortable with that. I figure this will let you know what to avoid, and also if your ever needing a shot or medical attention we know what is needed to help you." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Sounds good." Colt replies, "Uh. I mean as far as I know I can't really get any shots or anything..Though I'm pretty sure I'm up to date so I shouldn't get sick." He says, "Though if I needed new one, I dunno.." He moves over to the chair, "So you want me to sit in it or what?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh shrugs with a bit of smile when Colt mentions he should not get sick. He stands nearby watching curiously. These tests are always interesting, and the variety of mutations always astounds him. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is in the danger room with Colt and Josh, and nods "Please have a seat." He will taps tome buttons on the tablet, and what looks alot like a drill press arm will swing out of the chair, "Lay your hand down flat, and we will start with a finger. It will press down on it harder and harder tell us when it starts to hurt, and if it gets to painfull." He brings up a camera view that will show a close up of the point of pressure so he and Josh can monitor closely for is any breaking or shattering starts. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' Colt sits down, and puts his hand out flat on the chair, holding it as still as he can and watching that drill start to decend down towards his hand, "Boy if my old shop teacher could see me now he'd probably be saying 'I told you this would happen one day you idiot.'" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh chuckles. "If he only knew...." Josh stays close enough to Colt that he can touch him if need be, and watches the monitor. "You've got a pretty cool power. It's badass. Like Sam," Josh says only a hint wistfully. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie keeps the pressusre steady slowly increasing and says "I will admit flying is nice, but being able to turn makes it much better. I am just glad I di not have to replace all the dents i put in here 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' As the pressure continues to go, eventually the stone skin does start to crack. Colt makes a bit of a face, but he lets it go regardless because it doesn't actually hurt yet. He actually tilts his head a bit to try to get a better view at it, "I can feel the pressure but it doesn't hurt.." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks a little concerned when the cracks start. He turns his attention from watching the monitor to watching Colt's face for signs of real pain. "Just let us know if it changes," Josh says. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "We may need to check a few other things see if you have a reduced sensations versus other feelings, heat cold, or even touch would be good to know. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "That's a good idea too, Sam." Colt says, before he feels the drill push a bit deeper, "Okay yeah, felt that." He says, "More than just pressure. Like a stinging sensation.." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks to Sam for him to back off so he can deal with it. If Sam backs the drill out, then he puts a hand on Colt's arm. There is a slight golden glow and a feeling of warmth spreads down Colt's arm to his hand. The pain melts away and the injury knits together and disappears. If he does not back off the drill, Josh waits until there is an opportune moment. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie does just as ask, letting the one with the more medical training judge this one. He will read off how many pounds of pressure it was and give colt a rough idea on what he can resist damage wise 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Okay." Colt rubs his hand a bit after Josh is kind enugh to give him that healing touch, "Wow. I mean...I know that chips and dents tend to heal on their own...But that was a lot faster." He looks over towards Sam to see the reading on the drill, and whistles a bit. Or at least tries to. It sounds more like a growl. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Don't mention it," he says with a grin and steps back. He glances at the results as well. "Yeah... I'm staying behind you on missions. I won't even need my uniform for protection." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Ok, well we have that base line ready for the more fun one?" He will type away again, and what looks like a giant anvil will lower from the ceiling with a digital read out on the side, saying 00 right now 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "A giant anvil?" Colt asks, looking a bit surprised. But he supposes Sam's not much older than him so...Cartoon classics are not unheard of, "Okay. So I guess you want me to lift it until it gets too heavy?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh grins and makes an unknowing face at Colt. "Just hope he's not dropping it on you!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head and says "Yup, start it at 500lbs and we will work on getting it heavy tell me when you don't think you can handle it again." He will tell the big man, waiting for him to get under it. " He will make a bugs buny voice "What a marooon." Over to Josh. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' Colt moves over and gets in position, putting his hands up and grabbing the base of the anvil, making sure he has a really good grip on it and planting his feet. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh laughs. "Nerd," he teases Sam light-heartedly. But he watches the big guy carefully as he starts the lift test with just the smallest shake of his head. To be able to max at 500 lbs would be a dream... 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will start going up a 100 poulds at a time, and when he gets to 1k "Half a ton , ok, ready to try a ton?" He looks over to Josh and says "How many songs rock stars written about you? 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' Colt gives a nod once Sam asks if he wants to move up to a ton, "Lets do it." He says, once again ensuring his stance is good. He doesn't seem to be struggling at all even at a half ton 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh crosses his arms and just shakes his head. "That's sick," he says with a half-grin. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and once he gets up to one ton he will call it out, and then start adding 500lbs at a time 1.5... 2 tons." He will call out as they get to the weight. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh crosses his arms and just shakes his head. "That's sick," he says with a half-grin. "That's heavy hitter range." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' When the system cranks up to 3.5, Colt has to shift his stance a little bit in order to keep it held, it looks like he's starting to struggle. By the time it gets up to 4 tons, he looks like he'll have to let go, "I don't think I can go much further than this.." He says to Sam, looking to be shaking a bit 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Four tons!" Josh notes seeing the lights hit the mark. "Daaamn. What did Colossus hit again?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and will pause it, and suddenly it ways nothing "Ok, not bad for the first time, not bad at all. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' As soon as the anvil vanishes, Colt leans over and puts his hands on his knees, "Damn. That'z crazy. I've never actually lifted that much but...I wonder if I keep at it will I be able to lift more, you think?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Like working out? Or do your powers adapt?" Josh asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "We can find out will start you on a work out program if you want can't hurt. Bobby got stronger, but not sure if it is power or just getting older or what" 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Probably a little of both?" Colt offers, "But uh, I dunno. I don't really know enough about my powers yet...But I'll figure it out. That's why I'm here right?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh nods in agreement. "Yep, best way to find out." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "If you want to check the temp sensitivity Josh and I should probably head up to the control room. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Good idea. Wouldn't want you guys to get cooked or frozen.." Colt says, as he looks at the two of them. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "You know, in other circumstances, they'd call this torture," he chuckles as he heads to the control room with Sam. "You're a a secret sadist, aren't you. It's okay, you can tell!" he jokes. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles, and says "Hey you know how many things were shot at me while Ah was blasting? Besides normally make Doug do all the torturing." Once they are in the booth "Ok, gonna start with a cold blast ready? 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' Considering Colt took one of those frost blasts from Storm when she was freezing the Sentinels, he knew he could withstand quite a bit of cold. So he stood towards the middle of the Danger Room to let Sam and Josh do their thing, "Ready when you are!" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh chuckles and shakes his head. "So, what do you think. He gonna make your team? Get a codename? Heard he did really well at the protest. Kept his head, even if he didn't listen perfectly." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' At this moment, this is when Emma Frost appears out of thin air, dressed in her Hellfire Club furred cloak, thigh-high boots and white corset. "God damn it who do you have to have assassinated to get a decent *gin martini* in this *hellhole*!" The White Queen says, in a tone a LOT like Mallory Archer. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is in the control rom with Josh, as Colt is in the room itself. He will start a blast of cold at 40 degrees and dropping 5 degrees every little bit "He looks like the could be the heavy hitter for them. "Ah am trying to get a full team together to run them like we were to help them form a family group." He will blink as Emma appears and starts looking over the readouts "What the hell." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' Colt braces against the cold blast, getting ready for the impact. Cold doesn't hurt, really. At least not at that temp. But eventually ice will start to form on him once things get low enough, and it'll begin to slow him down, especially as joints freeze. He seems to be not DYING From any of it though so that's good. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh leans forward to see better as the temperature drops. "Man, that's inhum.... Damn! Why didn't I get her in any of my sessions?!" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' She doesn't seem to notice the cold.     A frozen pond appears, and then a hologram of sixteen year-old Sam, ice-fishing with a string hanging off of one big toe. "Lordy it shore is cold out here, ha-yuck!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and will look around "Ok, where is he?" He will start scanning the room looking for something that looks out of place. He knows who is doing this he is pretty sure "Ok let me know how cold it feels to you as it gets colder, and ignore the distractions. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Hey Sam!" Colt calls out from within the cold, "I think somebody might be messing with your controls!" He seems to be frozen in place now, however. So the temp has probably reached the max he can fight back against. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh laughs. "I dunno, I liked Frost better Sam, bring her back!" he teases. He starts watching the tenperature and Colt's expressions more carefully though. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' There's nothing out of place IN the room. But somebody IS accessing the Danger Room computer remotely. Quite a trick, considering it runs on an alien computer code. There's maybe three people in the X-Men who could do it. Doing it remotely's even harder. Professor X and Magneto appear next, skating figure 8s on the frozen pond. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will cut the cold so Colt can start to thaw, and even heats the room up some to help "That gentleman will be Douglas Ramsey's doing, he is our resident hacker, and will be showing you the things you should not use the danger room for today it seems. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "I should have figured." Colt replies, shaking the ice from himself as the tempuature begins to rise, "Hit me with whatever you got. As long as it's not the entire sun, I don't think I can tank that.." Colt muses, watching the holographic display being put on . 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "He's pretty hardcore. His cells could have frozen if you went much colder," Josh muses. He smirks a bit sadly at the sight of the Professor ice skating. "You know, i bet he could do that again..." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' ...The ground under Colt begins to shake, and then the ground underneath him starts to rise into a hill. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises and says "Ok, I am not sure, what Doug is up to know." He starts typing looking through the files to see if he can figure out what the other young man is running. He hmms and will try to run one of Doug's own back track programs to see if his friend remembered to make himself invisible. 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Hey Doug, I don't know if I can survive a volcano, dude." Colt says, as he feels the ground shake and start to rise up under him, "That's all melted rock down in there, after all.." He does sound a bit nervous, even though Sam swore he couldn't get hurt. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "This might not be a great time to be really screwing around," says the X-Man. "Doug, knock it off. Joke's over." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' The hill stops with a rumble, before it opens into a volcano. Instead, it blossoms into white winter crocuses that make a smiley face. The door to the Danger Room opens with a hiss, and Doug is standing there, holding his phone. "The volcano's my showstopper, though. Magma comes out of it twirling flaming batons--" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will throw a hand towel at Doug that is folkded up there so should be clean "See what happens when Ah run this thing, Ah get some smart alek hacking my controls." He teases a bit and says "I think we have enough date you can join us up here Colt." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Sounds good." Colt says, as he heads for the control room. He glances at Doug for a second, "Maybe you can show me once I'm safely up in the control room, huh?" He offers a grin as he heads up 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Flaming... Did you design this with Deadpool?" Josh jokes. "I still think the first part was the best." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug gives a quirky grin and puts that towel on his head. "I've been running around all day and I needed a laugh. Also, if Amara ever found out about it, I don't know if she'd love it or get me by the ear." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "More likely set ya pants on fire." he says, and looks over to Colt. "But this shows ya somewhat what can be done with the room. He will type something and kid avengers will appear standing on a new york city street, in the room" 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Seems like you guys can do pretty much anything. Which is awesome. I assume this place is pretty off limits without a senior member or staffer or something, of course. Already got deterntion once, don't wanna get it again.." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Really the computer interface isn't hard to use, the adaptive controls will hold your hand all the way for developing most scenarios, but I like to really get in and play with it and see what the capabilities are." Doug looks to Colt, and says, "It can do a lot of things, but the important thing to remember is that it's not real. It's why the X-Men have rules about how it's used, rules that can be bent but are pretty strenuously enforced." Then he adds, "The safety controls protect people from getting injured so they're pretty liberal with its use, but until you're seasoned, find a Danger Room Buddy." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit and says "Got a few more tests we will want to do but Ah think you had a pretty good showing tonight. He will tell Doug, how well Colt did. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug looks up to Colt, and then grins. "You thinking of putting him in the ol' bee suit? I'm thinking maybe the Coyote Kid, too..." He rubs the back of his neck. "We need to update the uniforms, though." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "There are uniforms?" Colt asks, looking to Doug, "I mean when that Sentinel attacked I know the teachers had costumes, but they weren't really uniforms.." He hrms, "Though uh, Miss Munroe did call me Stoneclaw, I kinda liked that as a nickname." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and will type again on the console, and you will see the early new mutants in the yellow and black, fighting the kid avengers "Were we really that young?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug quirks his mouth. "Sometimes I'm surprised when I see how much all of you have changed." He reaches up to lightly tug on Sam's hair. "Like, who knew your hair'd go all floppy when you grow it out?" 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "I think I'd be glad to join you guys, if you'll have me. I wanna help out however I can. That's why I ended up doing what I did with that Sentinel the other day." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, a bit and says "Sounds like a plan, and we will start some training sessions as a group soon." He looks to Doug, and says "thinking I should do the crew cut again? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug tilts his head at Sam, and says, "Well, I mean, it would just remind everyone that I am Captain Good Hair" He says, running his fingers through his own coif, before he says, "I just marvel sometimes, at how all of you grew up and it feels like I didn't. I'm working on it though." Then he looks to Colt. "So you wanna be a New Mutant, huh? Well, there's some rules. One, you have to stick up for your friends, no matter what boneheaded thing they do. Two, sneak out, stay up late, get woke up in the middle of the night when crazy shit happens. Three, frustrate your teachers and mentors ENDLESSLY. ...I forget what four is, I think I was asleep for it because I was up all night that night." 

:'''{{#var:8429|Colt Cassidy (8429)}} has posed:''' "Is Rule 4 there are no rules?" Colt asks, "But don't worry I can totally do those things, that won't be a problem at all." He chuckles a little bit, "I'm glad you guys'll have me. I'll be looking forward to the group trainings." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to Doug, and says "You do remember we are the teachers and mentors now right?" He reminds his friend. He looks over to Colt, and says "The big thing, love them, hate them fight with them, get in trouble with one another, my main thing comes down to we are family." 
}}

8204/Clubbin at Evo

2019-09-14T20:37:26Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/07
|Location=Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
|Synopsis=Sam meets an Explosive redhead
|Cast of Characters=1258,984
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is at the bar, talking to the bartender. He is wearing dress pants, and a purple dress shirt. at one point the man may have looked out of place, but he has gotten used to here, and people seem to know him. 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' Fi strolls in quietly. Tonight, she's got jeans, t-shirt and a jacket on, and her ankle boots and watch. It's all designed to let Fiona blend in really...and she's doing that that fine. Coming over to the bar, Fiona picks an empty seat and sits there watching the bar and bartender nodding her hello. Looking over, Fi raises an eyebrow at the decor. It's nice. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over nodding to the attractive red headed lady. He will say something to the bartender, and the man nods, getting the ladies order before he brings sam a cola. 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' "Soda water" Fi orders with a smile. She's certainly not a bad looker, and orders. Glancing over, Fiona looks impressed at the bartender and everyone. "So what's up?" Fi asks looking pleased, she waves a hand. "I love what you done with this plac" she adds. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Thanks, was not alot Ah had to change when Ah took over, but we do appreciate the compliment." He will cock his head a bit to the side and asks "Irish?" He asks of her accent actually knowing a few irish folk. 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' Fi smiles and looks amused, "Vacation" she says as her accent switches to a New York one and she nods setting a tip. "Hey thanks" Fiona adds with a grin. "You ya run the club. You're doing good work" Fiona nods Glancing around Fiona takes in the club with an appreciative whistle. "Nice" she says with a smirk. "So what's up?" she adds with a nod, raising her drink in a salute of sorts. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Not a lot tonight is quiet right now, but we have a few local bands playing some sets tonight. Should be interesting, doing a metal and punk night for the bands tonight." He adds "We try to provide nights most of the local bands can play. Dazzler is planning a night soon though." 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' "Go on" Fi says with a nod sipping her water. "So you got local bands playing huh? Alrighty, so that's what I heard huh. It's decent" she says with a nod then stretches. "So tell me about yerself" she grins with a flick of her hair. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shrugs a bit and says "Not a lot to tell. Sothern boy, who found an interest in music, and found this place, thought the message was good, helping the community while briniging the joy of the music to them. 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' Fi shakes her head with a grin. "Good boy done good huh?" she asks with a smile. "So.....music? Good idea huh. You did really well with this place. The message is good and you got a good looking place around here" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well Ah hope it was a good guy, but yea music has always been a part of my life, but in my mid teens it picked up a bit more meaning, and while Ah can't really sing well, this is a way I can help others with it. 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' Fi grins, "Well then" Fiona says with a nod. "Well, you're doing good. So you book bands and stuff right? Hey, there's plenty of bands in this city right?" Fi asks with a grin, "I know a few right, small time, making it big huh, ya know?" she asks with a look around then back to Sam again. "I'm Fiona, and you're a good ol' boy huh?" she asks with a smirk. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "Sam." He will offer her his hand, and says "If they are any good send them my way and Ah will give them a chance. Ah am hoping might be able t get a few producers coming in now and again, so hoping we might be a stepping stone for a some folks. So, tell me about yourself Fiona?" 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' Fiona nods and smirks. "Sam, huh?" she asks, "What's there to know? I'm boring, grew up in Ireland, was an activist, came to the US after working and making money" Fi shrugs shaking her head with a sigh. "Just your average boring person here" she says.....though she doesn't look boring however. Fiona's cdertainly not boring if anyone ever gets past the surface. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "What part of Ireland? I have a couple friends from County Mayo. Pretty good folks, and learned most of what I know from that area about them. Though to be honest, except for accent seems to me folks are a like in many ways even when they don't know it." 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' Fiona looks pleased. "Yeah folks are similar, accents aside" Fiona adds with a nod. "See, People are too similar, ya know. That's the thing" Fi says simply looking amused. "Good folks? Yeah that sounds about right" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises and says "And why do you think they are to similar if Ah may ask?" He will take a sip of his soda, and does move a little closer, not into her personal space, but within talking distance as a bit louder music starts. 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' "Cause everyone" Fi says with a smile. "Is in the same boat, right. Surviving, right?" she asks, watching Sam. "So youu're thinking evryone's the same, huh? Well...that's your philosphy, huh. Well....well..." Fi says pausing to listen to the music, more as Fi looks around. She's not really sure where shde's going with that point she's making....but..... 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Down deep yea, problem is most people either don't see it or don't want to see it. People always fight about what they see being different, started out with wealth, and then as people spread out it became race and religion. Then we end up with people fighting because they want to tell others how to live their lives, and now, we got folks fighting cause mutant or human. It is just silly we are all the same, heck seems even most of the aliens we have encountered are a lot like us, Ah believe in letting folks live and not hurting another for your own gain. There are times to fight but it is to protect folks, be it your family, your neighbors, or folks who can't fight for themselves." 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' "Right" Fi says, "But ya know people will gget any reason to fight, right?" she asks, "Pick a reason, anything you can think of. People wil use that to fight. Oh somebody's got better music? I'll fight 'em, that type of deal" Fi shrugs. "Ya know. It drives me crrazy. Fight for something worth fighting for, right? Don't get caught up in pointless wars" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, his head a bit to this and says "Exactly, when you fight, your taking your own and others well being into the mix, and it really should be something your willing to risk that for, not cause some guy is wearing a poke a dot right show, with green socks." He says using an absurd example. 

:'''{{#var:984|Fiona Glenanne (984)}} has posed:''' Fiona nods and laughs checking her phone. "Look, I've enjoyed talking to you but....I need to get running" Fiona says, literally running for the door as she's loking at her phone again as she's heading out the door and then some. 
}}

8242/A roof with a view.

2019-09-14T20:35:45Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/10
|Location=Roof Tower - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Friends Chatting a bit
|Cast of Characters=1258,1386
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has brought a lawn chair up to the roof. He keeps it tied to the chimney when not in use. This evening he is sitting it is on the roof, and seems to be trying to put together a telescope. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' There's a low hum of noise that ripples through the darkening sky before Siryn drops out of flight to land on the roof with arms outstretched above her. Her path let her fall down a small bit away from Sam. "Didn't break your lense did I? It's happened before if I do a flyby windows. I've gotten better at it though." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and at first expected to see Banshee, seeing the younger woman, he will offer her a smile and checks it out "Na looks good, think you might would need to specificlly try, these are some pretty thick lenses." He smiles over and says "Been a while, how you doing?" 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy allows herself a wan smile at the apparent surprise at her appearance instead of her father. It wasn't often she came to visit these days. Too long perhaps. Absently her hand lifts to drag fingers through her mussed hair straightening into some semblance of order. "Been doing." Lazily walking closer she regards the scope. "What are you doing up here with that to begin with? I never knew star gazing was one of your hobbies." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Ah have always been a bit of a space cadet, most time it is more sci-fi stuff, but considering all the things and people we know that are out there, Ah thought learning more about the stars and planets and also the people out there would be an interesting path. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy lifts her head skyward to squint at the sky. "Yeah that makes sense. I think there's supposed to be a meteor shower sometime this month if I remember, too. I don't really pay attention to dates. It was always pretty though. Persiad or Persius. It was along those lines." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Your welcome to join me up here any time you want. It is sorta a space all of use flyers share." He smiles and says "Got a student, I suggested look you or your dad up so might get someone looking for ya if she finds out your in. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy scratches lightly at her chin considering that. "Yeah? I can help if you think it's something I'm up for." What he said does give her a moment of pause in spite of her agreement. "So my Da's around somewhere is he. I was beginning to wonder since I haven't heard from him in some time." A smile is flashed at him in spite of the light edge of hurt in her words. "Thanks for the invite, Sam. It is really nice up here." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look over to Theresa, and says "Ah think he has been working with a local police officer to try to prove some mutants innocence. "Mila is the student she can convert energy to sound and control it. So your prepared if you do meet her, she is still new, and she her powers are vocalizing her inner monologue. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy is on the rooftop with Sam watching him fiddle with a telescope he had set up. She'd just arrived not long ago so was taking the time to catch up. "Mila. Got it. Wait she can turn energy into sound? Instead of the other way around?" That earns a puzzled look while she tries to wrap her head around that particular power ability. "I'll try to help. Not sure how good a teacher I am though." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Hoping to get Alison to teach her some and work with her on part of her powers, but she seems to have an interesting control over sound, and she thinks flying is like the coolest thing ever." He grins and says "Think that might be what she pesters you the most about." 
}}

8253/picking veggies.

2019-09-14T20:35:07Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/10
|Location=Student Gardens - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Sam and Doug talk about making peace with the past.
|Cast of Characters=1258,1126
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is out in the garden, wearing some old clothes, and a baseball cap. He has a canvas sack hung over his shoulder. He walks amongst the rows of veggies, stopping here and there to inspect the produce, occasionally picking or cutting one off the vine and putting in his bag. He has a small knife in his hand that seems older than he is. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug, on the other hand, is sitting on a bench. He's been trying to meditate, since this was suggested to him in his course of study, but all told he's been struggling with it. There's too much data input for him to really find that moment of no-mind, so in the end, he gives up and watches. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look over and notices the other watching and says "No luck?" he will ask, and when he is in close will toss the other a fresh vine ripe tomato. "So what's on your mind ?" He will ask. Yea Sam may not have the language reading powers, but he does know his friend. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Everything." Doug says. "From the Sentinels on down to the language of that old maple tree over there." He sighs, and curls his toes, before he says, "You're supposed to pare down the input, still your mind and be tranquil. But I just can't stop taking in information. I think the whole point of meditation might be lost on me, Sam." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Well, I have heard some people concentrate on one thig. He hmms, and says "Have you thought about chasing pie? I mean it goes on for like for ever right, maybe you could center the big brain on following it, and get some of the other things to trail off the sides? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Maybe." Doug says, "Or I could focus on a word or phrase and try permuting it into different languages. 'The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Der schlaue braune Fuchs sprang über den Rücken des faulen Hundes." He frowns. "But then I start thinking of Pantagrams and I'm right back where I started. What do you do, Sam?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles, a bit a bit and says "Keep myself busy, ah really aint never been been one for meditating. If I am sittin' still usually have some paperwork Ah am working on be it homework or club stuff, or something else. Probably closest Ah get to meditating honestly is listening to music. Just there trying to find out what the singer ment with with and also what it means to me." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "See, I tried music, and it doesn't work either. The pattern of notes, the intimiation in the singer's voice, I start reading it all, and I can't help it." Doug says, before he hunkers down and looks sullen for a moment. "I'm ALWAYS picking out and sorting through information, Sam, it's infuriating." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Tried sensory deprevation?" He will ask his friend. He closes the knife and walks over and asks "Or is that something you prefer to avoid?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "You mean like putting myself in a wet suit, blinding myself, deafening myself, and immersing myself in a tank of still water?" Doug frowns. "Isn't that considered a method of torture?" He snorts, and gets up, not minding being barefoot, before he picks a ripe tomato, pours water from a nearby bottle over it, and then takes a bite. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, think the whole dripping water on you is more the torture, but Ah can see where ya might not want to, but it would be a way to cut out the world, after you let the water calm down, as se you trying to pick up patterns in it" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug takes another bite of his tomato, and gives Sam a thoughtful look, which is a little funny with one cheek chipmunked out like that. He chews and swallows, and then says, "...Have you ever wondered if I'm actually Doug Ramsey?" He asks, curious. "Or if I'm just a clone or some other kind of..." He gestures, "Simulacrum?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to him, and says "Honestly, for a few days right after you come back, but then realized a really important thing when it comes to that. It does not matter. You think your Doug, and do what Doug would do know what Doug would know. " He will walk over to sit down beside the other man, and says "When you got all this settled, and such, do you have any of lock's post doug Memories? 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Most of them, yes." Doug says, "...I was so certain when I came back, but then doubt kind of... crept into my mind. It's still there, but now I accept that it doesn't really matter. I know what he knew, I like what he liked, I love who he loved. Kurzweil noted that our consciousness could cease when we sleep and be recreated when we wake up and we'd never really know it." Then he adds, "...What are you getting at?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, you know that Lock tried to reanimate your body and we have to explain to him to let you go. You told me about having memory of the darkness, of Rahne and us visiting your grave.... Ah think when you and Lock merged one of those times back in the day you were infected with the virus. Maybe your powers of understanding and communicating held it back, maybe something in how much lock cared for you did. But I think you were at least part techno back then. Ah honestly wonder if you ever truly died, or if when the flesh Doug was not able to operate anymore because of the wounds, your mind went fully into the techno part of you, and we screwed up not letting lock try to awaken you then." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "...But what would I have become if you had." Doug admits. "People die. Letting go is part of life. What I am... is a fluke." He gives a faint, short sigh, and then says, "See, this is where my mind goes. I am CONSTANTLY working it at something. Stillness is just... these days it's beyond me, Sam. And honestly, in some ways I'm kind of tired. I feel like I need to consult with some sort of expert on it, but I have no idea who that would be. My circumstances are largely unique." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well see Ah am not sure, you may have came back just like you are, and the fact you have a memory of nothing at times, not a blankness, but of nothingness if part of why Ah wonder. Ah mean, Illyana saw me coming back is somehow magical in nature, she aint sure how but magical. Yours I think more just used the magic as energy. I think the necros even powered you up, tried to overwrite you as if you were a blank slate, but you weren't you were still Doug Ramsey, which is what allowed you to fight it and with Lock's help purge the miss alignned info and bring you back to you." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug considers that, as he finishes his tomato. "...You might be right." He says. "Doesn't help my meditation problem, though." He smirks, and then says, "Honestly Guthrie, what am I going to do with myself. I feel like I need to trek into the mountans and visit some old sage master. But the closest mountains are the Adirondacks and I don't think I'm going to find any ancient masters in there." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "Yea, folks from the mountains are normally the smartest." He smirks a bit at his friend. Pretty sure I could take ya to met a few hermits but most of them are more master of shine than knowledge. Most times when ya track up there it is the journey not the man who gives you the answers. You have tried the wilderness, it may have helped some, but Ah think your journey is here with us, but that may just be me wanting my friend here with me. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug says, "I'll keep trying some techniques. Actually there's one that ceremonial magicians use that I read about that might work. Instead of trying for no-mind, you create the image of an orb of pure light in your mind, and then gradually focus on becoming one with it. I hadn't tried that one yet. It's less popular among meditation enthusiasts..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "It is possible, have ya thought about talking to some of the mystical types? I mean maybe Wanda or Doc strange might be able to help. " He starts to say something but stops as he seems to be thinking about what he was ging to suggest 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug gives Sam a sideways look. "Spill it." He says, before he says, "Really though, you know, there's one last thing I have to do to really close the book on my old life. And I have been putting it off... and putting it off, because it's an apology I didn't want to make." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "Which one?" He actually aint sure on that one. " HE will sigh knowing Doug won't let him change the subject like that though and adds "Ah am worried about what might happen to you if your powers are nullified" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "...To Roulette." Roulette, who's been dead for years. "I'd say that wasn't like me, but we all know that's not true. It was in me all along to do that. Still is." Then he glances up at Sam, and says, "Well, I imagine it'd feel really claustrophobic. And for someone who used to think his powers were stupid, I've come to rely on them a lot. But, you know, we're not just our powers. You wouldn't be helpless without yours, and I imagine once I got over the shock, I wouldn't be either. I mean, between the two of us, *I* was the boy scout." 
}}

8267/Hanging out at the pool.

2019-09-14T20:34:11Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/11
|Location=Swimming Pool - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=Sam and Doug chat a bit.
|Cast of Characters=1258,1126
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is in shorts down by the pool. He has on a pair of swimtrunks on. He has his newest sci fi book handy and seems to be relaxing 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug on the other hand, seems to be just getting back from a morning jog. It's humid and warm already, so he's perspiring. "Morning Sam," He says, as he strolls by. Doug Runsey? Well, that'd mean in the gym he's Doug Liftsey and in a fight he's Doug Hide-and-tackle-someone-from-behindsey. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Hey man, how you doing?" He will ask his friend. He moves to sit up to chat easier, and offers the other man his bottle of water thats unopened. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug takes the bottle of water, and pours half of it over his head. "Today? Not bad." Doug says, "I got a little into what I was doing last night, and disassociated, I'm trying to just... relax, and take it all in naturally." He sighs, and says, "You had something else you wanted to ask me, before. What was it?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to Doug, and says "Well it was about he whole nullifier thing. You would know more about this than me probably, but if your powers got nullified do you think it would effect the virus?" He asks the man. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Oh." Doug says. "You know, I don't know?" He reaches down and unlaces his sneakers, before he takes his socks off and stuffs them inside -- then he sits on the edge of the pool with his feet hanging into the water. He takes a granola bar out of a pack he was wearing, and opens it, but pauses before he takes a bite. "See, the Transmode I'm infected with isn't standard strain... it's Warlock strain. It... behaves differently. That's why it went into remission. I asked it to. So I'm not contagious, or anything like that. But I'm mindful that it's there. I'm not going to be giving any blood transfusions anytime soon." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says 'Ok, so we keep you away from nullifiers since we don't know what will happen. I was thinking might have been able to use one to help you able to center on yourself if you needed an external tool. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well, the disease is in remission, I don't think the absence of my powers would cause it to go haywire or anything. It's essentially... carrying Warlock's source code inside me, and I don't think there's any part of him that would ever hurt me." Doug says, with an easy shrug. "But it's good that you think about that." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah don't think so either, AH just was worried it might have some ill effect on you. Ah was sitting here a bit earlier with Illyana and Betsy chatting a bit am also worried a bit about Illyana, Ah think she is spending to much time in Limbo, and is getting distant." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug raises an eyebrow at that. "Did you ask her?" He says. "Going around behind Illyana's back trying to help her is just going to annoy her more than a forthright question about how she's feeling would. I mean, it'll still annoy her, just not as much. Or are you trying to nudge me into asking her?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Ah talked to her yesterday, but Ah was more thinking about if you get a chance to chat with her just try to get her to come out and about. See if we can help her more. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug gives a faint grin at that, and then says, "I have faith in Illyana. Which would probably annoy her too. She's like... she's like Granny Weatherwax. A part of her might want to be the wicked witch, but she knows the difference between right and wrong." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Oh ah aint worried about her being bad, Ah am more worried about her cutting herself off from people and becoming more antisocial. I don't want her using limbo as an excuse to cut herself off from us." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Mmmmmm." Doug says. "...Well, I'll see what I can do." He remains sitting there, kicking his feet in the water, contemplatively. "But there's only so much of me to go around, Sam-o." He gives a brief grin. "I'm working on building a map of the morlock tunnels. But I'm going to need to collect some on-site data in order to make sure it's correct." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Well let me know when you want to and Ah'll go with you. Ah am hoping we might be able to get Theresa in on some of our shinagins, she is back at the mansion, talked to her recently. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, I saw her in the library last night, for a little bit. Scott's going to be putting together a squad to go investigate what 'The Family' is doing in Mutant Town. He's starting to lean on me more for intelligence-gathering too. I'm not sure how I feel about that." Doug glances at Sam, and says, "I never asked -- How's the family?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Back home? Pretty good, Josh is actually got a band going and seems to be enjoying it, wants to be called Jay now though. Jeb is getting into fights with the Cabots, Ma doesn't want me to come down, and beat there heads in. Ah think mom is dating someone too."" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug gives a little grin. "And you?" He asks. "I mean, sometimes I don't ask, because I can just tell -- but right now, I'm asking. With Bobby out and about and so busy, I seem to have fallen into the default position of Sam's Pal -- And I'm OK with that." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit about that, and says "Hey even with Berto around your still Sam's pal. " He uses the term the other did. "Ah am doing ok, just trying to make sure we get things done that need done. Looking after the folks and make sure everyone is ok." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "You have limits, you know." Doug says, "Repeat after me, Sam Is Only One Person." He puts one foot up on the edge of the pool, and looks down into the edge of the water, as he wraps his arm around his knee. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smirks and says "Sam is only one person, but he is a great guy, and can do anything he sets his mind to so he is ok." He jokes a bit with the other man, and says "Whats on your mind now Doug?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Lots of things." Doug says. "Just like always. Just trying to see into the future, that's all. 'Reply hazy, ask again later'. That's all I've ever gotten, though." He glances up to Sam, and smiles. "I'm feeling more like me than I have in a long time. That's a mixed thing, I guess." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the man and says "See, told ya just took a bit of time, but knew you would find your stride man. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug looks up, as a band around his wrist goes 'Pinnnininining'. "Huh. Student emergency. I'm gonna go see what's up. Enjoy your book, Sam." He gets up, and walks off, still barefoot. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the other man, and says "Send me a text if Ah am needed, will go change so if so I don't come in looking like a beach bum 
}}

8339/A night on the town at club Evolution

2019-09-14T20:31:26Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/16
|Location=Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
|Synopsis=The club gets a mention in the Daily Planet, and Sam gets a date.
|Cast of Characters=1258,1956,15,1126,1386
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is at the club, watching over things from a seat at the end of the bar. It is not the most happening night, but there is a decent crowd in the place this evening. Tonight is local talent night, and a group is on stage doing a pretty nice set, two obvious mutants, one the drummer with extra arms and the lead singer who is blue skinned. The rest of the band look rather normal, but it is a hard rock/metal band so how normal are they realy. 

:'''{{#var:1956|Namorita (1956)}} has posed:''' Club Evolution usually has a pretty active dance scene, which is what brings Nita out. That, and the fact that her pointed ears, Atlantean features, and ankle winglets won't be out of place. She's come to dance tonight as well, wearing a sea-green mini dress with a halter neck and low cut back. Long legs are left bare, down to the strapless pumps. The waist-length blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, which fails to make it less of a distraction. The woman enters slowly, looking around as she makes her way to the the bar. 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:'''     Somehow, without even trying, the man that enters Club Evolution does not fit in. He is wearing glasses. A suit. A tie and collared shirt. In his right hand is a pen, and in his left hand is a small notebook in a leather case. Looking around the bar, his nervous smile obvious to everyone looking at him, Clark Kent takes a moment before taking the final steps inside.     "Wow. Quite dark. Very "chic". Clark mumbles, taking a second to push his glasses back up on his nose with a push from the other end of the pen. Moving up to the bar, he looks at the bartender with anther attempt at a confident smile, and says, "Ginger ale please." He ignores the look, and when the glass is handed to him, he pushes a 2 dollar bill forward, with a "Thank you." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is sipping at a soda, and watching people. His foot tapping with the music, as he seems to enjoy it. He seems relaxed and as Namorita walks in he blinks. It has been a while, but he has seen that lady before and she is not an easy one to forget. He almost misses the man in the suit, very attractive women are very distracting after all, but he does notice him, a brow raises, but he decides to greet both as the come to the bar. "Welcome to Club Evolution, Ah hope you find things to your liking tonight." 

:'''{{#var:1956|Namorita (1956)}} has posed:''' Namorita starts a conversation with the bartender about liquor, her tastes angling mostly towards rum mixers. At the greeting, she turns and casts a look at the owner. A tilt of her head, and the pointy-eared blonde offers a small smile as well. "I remember you." she declares, skipping the formalities right away. A moment's pause, then she declares. "I will have a Coke." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:'''     With a sideways glance, Clark takes in everything, and regards Sam as he speaks. "Thank you. I heard this was a nice place for people to come to dance and have fun. Very chic." Clark smiles at his use of that word. "Or "trendy" perhaps? I'd love to get a quote about the place for the Daily Planet if I could."     That reveals the man as a reporter. Clark's eyes look at the woman who was also recently arrived, and with an appraising glance, takes in Namorita's appearance without any change in his expression. "Perhaps what brings you here tonight, ma'am?" His use of the respectfully word is natural and seems to come with its own "farmboy smalltown" charm, reflected in his big blue eyes. A sincerity. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and oddly enough may match Clark for the small town farm boy vibe, but he is dressed a bit more in style for the club. He will smile and "Samuel Guthrie." He will introduce himself, and says "Ah am the manager of the club here." He offers a smile and a slight bow to Namorita. To the reporter, he will offer "Usually have the PR person do the quotes, but I hope you enjoy it, we try to be a club, where everyone can come and enjoy themselves. 

:'''{{#var:1956|Namorita (1956)}} has posed:''' Namorita half-turns to include the well-dressed man with the glasses in the conversation. "Are you saying that a club is 'chic' or 'trendy' simply because it permits customers who are not human?" Her tone isn't 'hostile', but it's definitely approaching the 'confrontational' range. "It is nice to see you again, Sam Guthrie. I am Nita Prentiss, in case you have forgotten." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:'''     "Nice to meet you Mr. Guthrie. I am Clark Kent. It is good to see places like this that can be there for people who need to let of some steam and have some fun." Flipping his note pad open, Kent makes a few notes, and smiles. "I will quote you on that. Seems like a nice place."     Taking a sip of his drink, Clark looks back at Namorita and smiles. "Absolutely. I think there should be more places like this that are more tolerent of everyone. If only other places took the hint, and was more open to all people. After all, we are all different." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles at Namorita, and says Miss Prentiss, Ah do not think anyone who has ever met you would forget you. " He offers her a smile and says "You have came on an interesting night, we have a few local bands lined up tonight. Each group is doing about 45 minutes, so you get a chance to see if you like them, and if not they aint there to long. " He looks to Clark "Maybe you can get the planet to put a word in for some of the bands. 

:'''{{#var:1956|Namorita (1956)}} has posed:''' Namorita's arched brows lift as the reporter actually agrees with her. The Atlantean woman has that long, blonde hair pulled back to show her pointed ears, green mini dress and strapless pumps adding to the distraction. "Very nicely said, Mr. Kent." she replies, looking pleased. Passing a card to the bartender, she opens a tab and accepts her Coke. "Thank you, Sam Guthrie. I came to dance tonight." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:'''     "I will do that Mr. Guthrie. I am partial to country and blues, although I do know a few jazz artists as well. I can make note of them in my article." A pause. "Also. Is there any praticular type you would prefer? I have interviewed quite a few over the years, and several of them would love to help out in any way they can. They can drop by if you are ever short on entertainment. I even have an in with Dazzler as well, from the old days."     Remaining at a short distance from the two of them, Clark takes another sip of his drink after writing a few notes down. "Thank you Ms. Prentiss. I try to be as diplomatic as possible. I do believe those words though. Hm." Clark looks at Namorita, and adds, "Interesting. I knew a Namor with that surname...any relation?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is at the bar talking to both Namorita, and Clark. He will smile and says "You know Dazzler as well? She is planning on playing here a bit since she has gotten back in town. She has an open invite for when ever she is in town. Ah was thinking more if you hear a band you like you might be able to get them a little publicity through the planet, maybe a people piece or something." He will look over to Namorita, and says "Well, Ah do hope, Ah maybe able to get a dance with you tonight while your here. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' At this moment, the crowd parts, and a young Blond man pushes through, frog-marching a man who must have a good hundred pounds on him toward the back. "Listen," he says, "I warned you, if you couldn't keep your hands to yourself I was going to have to throw you out." He has hold of one of the man's wrists, pinned behind his back. "You should've known better than to try to feel up a girl who had eyes in the back of her head." "I just like exotic women!" "That's fine, but you should admire them from a distance, or work up the nerve to ask them to dance. Practice it tonight -- at a different club." He leads him through, toward the back exit. A little while later, he comes back, rubbing one wrist in his other hand. "Remind me to thank Tim for teaching me that wrist-lock. ...Hey Sam, who's your new friends?" He's wearing a T-Shirt that says 'ROKAR QAGH QE' 'EJ HIVJE' TUQ - QO'NOS', snug jeans, and red chucks. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' The club was unfamiliar to Theresa, but all clubs were similar in several ways. There was a dance floor and a bar. The only two places a club really needed to be successful. Theresa almsot trips over Doug as he drags the fellow out the hard way. It earns a shake of her head, but it does allow her a free path to head toward the bar. Spotting the familiar face of Sam there she lifts a hand to wave rather than raise her voice. Raising her voice was never a good idea. "Hi Sam." Glancing to Namorita, and Clark she nods toward them with a smile as well. 

:'''{{#var:1956|Namorita (1956)}} has posed:''' Namorita's blue eyes brighten, her smile becoming almost playful as she answers Clark... as well as anyone else who is close. "I am Namorita, cousin of Prince Namor of Atlantis." she replies almost casually to Clark. Just in case the pointed ears and ankle winglets weren't a give-away. "And yes, Sam Guthrie, I will dance with you tonight." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:'''     "I can do that, sure! I am always willing to help people find their way! Absolutely. I'll keep an eye out, and give each a little piece in my article. Nice work, Manager Guthrie! I look forward to hearing them strut their stuff." Clark smiles, and makes a note, before taking a drink of the ginger ale.     Ignoring Doug's entrance without a change in his expression, Clark takes a moment to smile at Theresa, returning her warm hello. Then, his eyes actually reflect his surprise, when Namorita replies. "Cousin. I see. Prince Namor..." How did he continue with that, secret identity and all "...he gave me a great interview a few years ago. It is nice to meet his cousin. I can see the resemblance." That elicited a large smile.     "Perhaps I will chat with you later, for a few more "words of wisdom" Sam. It was also nice to meet you Namorita." With a nod towards first Sam, and then Nita, and not wanting to over stay his welcome, Clark moves back into the background, and finds himself a seat to enjoy the music and the atmosphere. Every once in a while he makes a note, and takes a small sip. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie waves to Theresa, and says "Hey, Theresa, welcome to Club Evolution." He offers her a smile, before watching Doug and nods to the man, seeming to approve of how he is handling things. He looks over to Clark, and says "Ah should be here all night, so when ever you wish to talk." He then looks over to Namorita, and says "Please Sam is fine." He will offer her a smile. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug brushes his hands off, and gives Sam a nudge, before he turns back to Namorita, and immediately switches to fluent Atlantean. "I haven't spoken Atlantean to someone in years. Hi!" He gives a sly little grin. "Watch out for my pal, here. He's got a weakness for beautiful women and a susceptibility to getting his heart broken. I'm Doug, by the way." He flicks his gaze up, and then switches back to English. "Is that Clark Kent? His stuff about the Vlatavan humanitarian crisis is some of the best journalism I've ever read -- what's he doing *here*?" 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy finds herself up against the bar to ensure there's enough room for Clark to walk by when he steps away, and then enough for Sam to mosey over toward Namorita properly. Doug, too, seemed quite enamored of the woman. At least so far as she could tell since he was talking some funky language she didn't get. A glance is cast between the two New Mutants only to shrug helplessly. "Boys." 

:'''{{#var:1956|Namorita (1956)}} has posed:''' Namorita's eyes brighten when Doug so casually switches to her native language. And she replies in the same. ~It is nice to meet you, Doug. And I'm very pleased to hear my birth-language spoken so well.~ The blonde looks over at Sam with a wry smile before continuing. ~Sam is very nice, yes. Do you think he likes me, then? I'm glad that I didn't kill him when we first met.~ She takes a sip of her Coke as Theresa makes her way over. "You are another friend of Sam's? Please, call me Nita." 

:'''{{#var:15|Superman (15)}} has posed:'''     Hearing his name, Clark takes a moment from making notes in his pad to look over, and with a short wave, smiles at Doug, confirming that yes, this was indeed Clark Kent in the flesh. Noticing his glass was then empty, Clark motions for a refill, much to the amusement of the waitress when she discovers it is ginger ale. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Were are my manors. "This is Doug Ramsey, and the lovely Lady is Theresa Cassidy both are friends of mine, and good folks. " He will say to introduce them "Doug is our doorman some nights, and Theresa is new in town so I have not talked her into working here yet." He jokes. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy extends her hand toward the self-proclaimed Nita in greeting. "Pleasure." Before she can give her own back Sam has jumped in to do proper introductions. Working there though? That earns a bemused smile. "So long as you aren't expecting me to be on stage. You do not want to hear my singing. Best I can do is pour a good pint." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug looks over to Theresa, and switches to Irish - "...I'm really sorry, Terry. Didn't mean to leave you out. Dance with me later?" He asks, with a wink, before he looks back to Namorita, and rubs the back of his neck. "Honestly I'm not sure there's enough killing in the world to put Sam down -- the guy's had so many concussions we're all kind of astonished his IQ's stayed in the triple digits--" He grins, a bit. 

:'''{{#var:1386|Theresa Cassidy (1386)}} has posed:''' Theresa Cassidy adds in response to Doug, "If you want your feet stepped on I'm your gal." 

:'''{{#var:1956|Namorita (1956)}} has posed:''' Namorita takes another, deeper drink of the Coke and sets it down on the bar. "I am going to dance." she declares, more or less to everyone. Sashaying backwards towards the dance floor, the tall blonde Atlantean moves rather gracefully. The smile returns, ever playful, and she points a finger at Sam. "I will find you later, Sam." Then the crowd of dancers swallows her. 
}}

8389/Doug helps Sam prep for his date.

2019-09-14T20:30:06Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/18
|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Sam is sent off with a bit of confidence.
|Cast of Characters=1258,1126
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is in his room, he has his laptop open looking at different restaurants and things to do in New York. He has his closet open and a couple of his suits hanging around the room, sighing softly when he looks over at them. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' There is a light rap on the door, rapraprap, and then after a moment's pause Doug comes in. He looks... exhausted. "Hey." he says, before he looks at the suits, and at Sam, before he says, "So she said yes, huh? Gonna trip the light fantastic toe, Samwise?" He closes the door behind him. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head and says "Yea, she said yes, and now, Ah gotta figure out what to wear, and where to take her. You know she is pretty much a princess right? I asked Betsy for advice she said be my self, and to wear a suit." He sighs a bit "Lot of help there." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug tilts his head, and says, "Well, did you ask her what she likes? You take everything on yourself, Sam, but there's no crime in asking a woman what she'd like to do when you take her out. That can be as valuable as springing a really neat surprise." Doug sits on the bed, and bounces on it briefly, before he says, "You still uncomfortable in your bespokes?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Well, Ah have made sure all my suits fit well, and somewhat used to them. Managing the club and such, I need to look the part sometime. Oh yea, we decent coms for the bouncers to be able to communicate, and Rahne is coming on as a bouncer as a trial run. See if she likes the job or not, figured she would be usefull ot help keep the drugs out to. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Good, we need the help. It's getting rough on the floor. I had to fight a guy tweaking on that new poison with a hundred pounds on me tonight." Doug rubs his bruised knuckles. "TD taught me how to take someone out with a neck punch, otherwise I'd be hurting." Then he glances up at Sam, and then says, "Hey. Listen. Just be yourself. I hate to tell you this, but women have been throwing themselves at you since I've known you." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Lila, but that was probably caused Ah saved her. She and Ah did have fun though Ah will admit." He turns looking to Doug, and says "Tim, thats the guy you said who you have been training with right?" He will ask the other man. "Rahne moving to the apartment down the street Ah figure has her close, and makes sure she has some money coming in, was a bit worried about her. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "We've barely talked." Doug says, with a shrug. "And really, maybe that's for the best. I'm glad she's become so assertive and independent, it's the way she really was inside all along." Then he stretches his legs out, and says, "No, it's because she thought you were cute. Saving her was the icing on the cake." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well we will see, Ah am trying to find a good place to take Namorita for dinner. Ah am not sure what would be best to take her to. I thought about maybe getting her some flowers, but I am not sure what type she would like. Ah don't think Ah could do any underwater kinds or anythign" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug mulls over that, and then says, "Well." He says, "Let's look up what's known about the traditional Atlantean diet -- then *don't* do that. If I could have swordfish every day I'd take the chicken." He gets his phone out, and does some searching. "How about Middle Eastern?" Then he says, "I... think you're thinking about this too hard. Be excited." He flops backward on the bed and waves a hand at Sam. "Be excited, you fussbudget! Excited!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles and says "Ah am excited about it man, Ah just want to make sure it is the best Ah can. You think that would be best or you think she is living here in town maybe something that was more like home. Ah know if ah find a place that does southern food well, it reminds me of home. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug says, "Melba's on west 114th street." He pulls a pillow over his head, and says into it, muffled, "You're welcome." Then he says, "Just be you, I'm telling you. You can't be anybody other than you." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well who else am Ah going to be, Berto, Ah think Ah am to tall to be him." He jokes a bit at his friend, and says "Ah am going to try to be me, Ah am planning on taking the bike. Ah probably should rent a car, cause Ah know Ah am not going to take the wagon, Ah don't want to look like that dork. Ah will need to make sure Ah get a helmet for her." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Well I mean you could be me but you don't rock a bowtie the way I do, besides, *I* would just end up breaking her heart." Doug says, peeking out from under the pillow. "Illyana says 'go to hell' by the way, but she really means quit fussing over her so much." He sucks in a sigh, and says, "I asked her out. She said no." He puts the pillow back over his face. "I'm OK with it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to him, and raises a brow at this "Aww man, sorry to hear she said no, she has been acting a bit weird though. Ah mean, she seems to actually be trying to be out and about more, which you know Ah all for, but we were out on Kitty's boat, and Ah pretty much had to pull the boat over cause of her and Megan. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug peeks out underneath it at Sam, and says, "Try talking to her. Without fussing." He says, before he sighs, and then sits up. "Listen. You've *got* this, okay? You're gonna have the time of your life! But I do have one suggestion for you. Don't think about this like a chance to find love. Think of it like you're having a good time with a beautiful woman. You might get a kiss. If you get five stars, nookie!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the other and says "Ah am just looking to have fun, Ah am barely sure ah am ready to date again, but Ah am going to try. And ah fuss over all of you, your my family." He does add "Ah was tempted to let them fight, seen alot of thing but Illy kicking someone's butt in a sun dress would be a new one. But Megans a nice kid, to everyone but Illyana. Oil and water those too." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "So they need to learn how to keep to opposite corners." Doug says. "Someone who marches up to Illyana spoiling for a fight has earned what they get." He gives his head a slow shake. Then he glances up at Sam, and says, "You're ready." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah think Ah am as ready as Ah can be, think I should wear a swim suit under the suit to be on the safe side?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug thinks about Namorita, and licks a canine tooth. "That woman? No, Sam." He puts his hands behind his head, and crosses his feet at the ankles. "You won't need a bathing suit." He doesn't say a WORD about not going swimming, though... 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to the other man, and says "Ok, so Ah am thinking dinner, then maybe hit this other club Wanda and Josh mentioned dance a bit, and if everything goes well, maybe go walking along the beach or maybe a bit of flying. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "She's probably seen enough beaches." Doug says, before he thinks, and then says, "Take her flying... I THINK Namorita can fly?" Then he says, "Take her into the mountains, show her the view up there. Somewhere where you can see the moon over the forest." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit and says "Know a few possible locations, maybe throw a pack together with a blanket in it in the saddlebags, something so if we want to land and talk she does not have to sit in the dirt or grass if she does not want to. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug cracks an eye at Sam. "See? You got this. Sam hitting home runs, not batting *zero* like me." He snorts, and then says, "You're gonna wow her." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the other man and says "Ok, you tried Illyana, but how about Betsy, Ah am sure you got a chance bro." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug gets a funny little look on his face. "...Not right now I don't." He says, before he sighs, and pushes himself up. "I'll get by, Sam." He cracks a little bit of a grin at that, indicating he may not be as hard-up as his lamentations might indicate. "Besides, this isn't about me!" He gets up, and starts going through Sam's ties. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well maybe Namorita has a friend, who she can hook ya up with, but that's if this is a more than one time thing. If everything goes well, and she doesn't think Ah am a total creep, I might see if she wants to join us on a mission or two. I did get the feeling she might be looking for a little excitement." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Hey, I can take care of myself." Doug says, "If she has a cute friend, set them up with Scott. That guy needs the help." Doug picks out a blue tie with gold striping. "This one. It's really you." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over, and says "You think? I was considering borrowing your fish tie." He is obviously joking and says "Ah aint sure there is any help for Scott. He put out a rule, that X-men aint allowed to date other x-men today." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug pauses, and then gives a long, slow, liquid blink. He meets Sam eye to eye... then he busts out laughing, hugging his sides. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Ah aint making no such rule with the New Mutants. We got enough horny teenagers, just what we need to add to the mix Oh yea you can rebel by fooling around with your team mate. We would never get them out of their rooms. " He look over to the man, and says " Ah thought it was bad enough when we were kids. Ah remember on Dani changing, Ah think Ah was red for a week. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug raises an eyebrow. "You know what's funny?" He asks. "I don't think ANY of us fooled around with each other." He says, before he falls back. "You, Captain Shy, Bobby, more Catholic than he ever let on -- me, I chased the girls in *town*, I didn't bring it into the school with me. ...You know what, I'm not even gonna ASK the girls what they got up to back in the day. I don't wanna know the answer." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "...I almost asked Amara out once," He adds, as an afterthought, "But it would've only been to piss off Berto." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah think Bobby and Amanda might have once, but Ah aint sure. He was always chasing her that's for sure. Ah might have asked Dani out, but Ah was dating Lila back then, and plus might have been weird with us running the team together, was already a thing there, not sure ah would have wanted to chance screwing it up." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug puts his hand behind his head. "And I mean, you don't ask a woman like Amara out to piss off somebody else, that's just a bad reason for doing anything." He shrugs his shoulders. "It just wasn't the way we were, man." He holds one hand up and looks at his fingers, checks the bruises on his knuckles. "And in the end all of us were so much MORE than we thought we were." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "I don't know, Bobby thought he was a lot back then, not sure he could be much more." He jokes a bit and says "You know always figured Dani would be the first one of us on the X-men. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug tilts his head, and then says, "I figured all of you would get there but me, to tell you the honest truth. Still do, really." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah still think you will make it, I mean your training more than other folks are, your gonna be our fourth ninja or something. And if Ah am working on almost any type of stealth mission your in the top 5 folks Ah want to take" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "I do my best work on a computer." Doug says, before he adds, "But I appreciate your confidence in me. I don't *like* to fight, Sam. I'm not a pacifist, I just..." he shakes his head. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Hence why Ah would want ya on stealth, most time those are to go in and get information, and lets face it, you can hack computers, read any documents you find and are one of the smartest people in the mansion." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug gives a sideways little smirk. "I do what I can with what I got." He shakes his head, and then wraps his arms around his knees, staring straight ahead. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to his friend, and says "You know, Ah want the kids here to have what we had so bad, but Ah do wonder if it was lightning in a bottle at times 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug looks up. "They can't have what we had. I don't want them to have what we had, because that was *our thing*. They have to find their own thing. Even we couldn't keep what we had forever, it's gone, and I miss it... but this is what we have now. If we went back to being sixteen again, we'd be miserable... because we're not sixteen anymore." He shrugs, once. "I wish I'd had more time. That's all. *I wish I'd had more time*, Sam." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to his friend and says "Ah do too man, but we got now, and you don't know how thankful Ah am for that. " He looks to the other and says "We have one another we are still young, we are still learning, and The Sam is still dating the hottest girls., so life is good." He aids the last in looking over at his buddy with that goofy grin. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug side-eyes Sam, and then stretches, and says, "I am not completely on the rocks, Guthrie," He says, getting to his feet, "...But let's just say that that's nobody's business but mine." He puts his hand on the small of his back, stretches, with a pop, and then says, "Now I'm gonna go make out -- with my pillow. Once things slow down a little bit, say, in ten, twelve years, we should take a road trip. You, me, maybe Bobby, whoever else -- and go somewhere. Maybe just off in a random direction, till we feel like coming back, or something blows up and we have to." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Ah am thinking more like we need to do a trip like every 5 years, sorta like a class reunion or something, any place but mandipor 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "I dunno. They've got some great street festivals in Madripoor." Doug says, before he walks to the door, and puts his hand on the knob, before he pauses, briefly. "Space, maybe." Then he adds, "You know what? I'm glad my life turned out this way. I would've been a much... smaller person if it hadn't." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "I doubt that my friend, I think you would have been one hell of a person no mater what." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug lets out a soft 'heh'. "Guess we'll never know, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Good night bro.":looks over tot he man, and offers him a wave and says "Sleep well bro." 
}}

8491/Guthrie Fried Chicken

2019-09-14T20:26:26Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/24
|Location=Kitchen - Xavier's School
|Synopsis=People get to know one another over Sam's chicken.
|Cast of Characters=1258,248,8765,1798,4,281
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is in the kitchen. He is cooking chicken. The man is a bit frustrated and wants some home cooked food, sorta sucks when you have to be the one to cook it, but he is in the middle of such. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn does enjoy trying her hand at cooking, although she's not the greatest cook. Still, she gets points for trying at least. "Mmm, whatcha making?" she flutters in, peering over Sam's shoulder. "Need some help? I can be super helpful!" well, most of the time.. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "My mom's fried Chicken recipe." He will tell the younger girl. Could use a bit of home so thought I should make some." He will look over his shoulder at her, and says "Wash your hands, and I can teach you." He hmms, wondering something watching her a bt. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn oohs and nods, darting off to wash her hands before returning. "Wow, that sounds fun..Where do we begin?" she peers around the kitchen eagerly, wondering if this will be a quick 5 minute recipe or one of those all-day-long long hauls. "Hey, by the way, I forgot to ask how things are going at the club? I mean with the attack and all...Does that mean the show with Dazzler is cancelled?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look to her explaining a bit about the dredge but seems he probably does not give al the ingredients. "There will still be a show, but we have to get security up some, putting in some extra features, and hiring extra security. Ah am thinking Ah going to put a call in to Guido, for some advice and see if he can make it the night of the show. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn nods and darts around some more to gather at least some of the ingredients. "Soo, is this a spicy dish? I love spicy, it makes your mouth tingle and kinda feels funky. Are we gonna cook for a big group or just the two of us?" she stays back a bit though, not wanting to mess up his cooking..Too much. "Ooh, security would be cool. I hope they didn't scare too many people away..That's really sad about Doug but he seems to be on the mend at least. I never really got to explore mutant town much.." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah always make sure when I cook, there is enough for everyone, plus Ah think my ma ma have forgotten how to cook for just a couple and she is the one who taught me." He sprinkles some stuff into Megan's flour and tells her to mix that in. Ad for heat we can make some that is hott, there is plenty of folks who like spicey chicken." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn grins, enjoying his southern accent as she works on mixing the ingredients into the flour. "That's cool..What's it like, back home? You lived on a farm or something, didn't you? That must have been fun.." she gets an evil thought and smirks, "Hey, make sure to add extra spicy for Illy, I know she *loves* hot food. Hey, maybe we can do a picnic thing, that would be fun too." just make sure to invite Illy and give her the hot food, haha..She continues to smile wickedly to herself. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her and says "Illyana likes the normal recipe, she might like the spicy too, but you two gotta stop fighting." He looks to her, and says "A bit of a farm yea, we grew a lot of our food, but it was not like full fledge farm since Pa worked in the Mines. Ah have strung many a basket of beans though. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn pouts a little. Well darn, he saw through that, didn't he. "I'm sorry, it's just..." she sighs, "This little..Hole in my soul..That she put there." she shivers, hugging her arms. "I've seen what she's capable of when she's mad. I just..Don't wanna turn into a demon or something, all because of what she did to me.." Megan arches a brow at the mention of mines, looking a little sad. "Oh..My dad worked in the mines in Wales too..Scary places. Farm sounds fun though, open and wide and wild.." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "They can be, Ah worked in them myself some, my power first came into effect getting me and another out of a cave in, trust me AH know they can be bad." He is showing Megan how to cook proper southern fried chicken. "Ah will be honest there are times Illyana can be scary, scary as hell but she is fighting to do what is right. Ah wish there was a way Ah could help ya with that, but Ah would wager the way to keep from turning into something bad, would be trying to do the right and good thing, not trying to torment someone. Love thy enemies and all that." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn nods slowly. "My dad died in a mine. I dont like mines.." she pouts, mixing the ingredients in silence for several more minutes. "Yeah..When we were training together the other day, she pulled out all these demons and stuff..It was super scary. I mean, I dont know her story, not really. I know thy call her the 'Queen of Limbo' or something, but.." she shrugs, "I guess it must be hard for her, trying to do the right thing, heck, when the danger room got cranked up to a higher setting than we intended, she fought hard..If it were for real, she might have saved my life. Passed out and all." she bites her lip, "I just..Hope I don't have to face demons like that myself. I dunno if I could control stuff like that." she smiles, "Love they enemies, huh? I guess I should try and be a bit easier on her.." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      It was very easy to get lost in this maze of hallways, cavernous rooms, and unfamiliar grounds. However, some things were just down home and familiar, such as the smells and sounds of good food cooking. Sniffing cautiously, Shannon slips through the door, following the savory smells that were wafting out into the hall. However, seeing two already present, she stops short, freezing in place and keeping a wary eye on the pair. Were they friends or foes? Fellow students, or guests? There was no way to tell, but surely it couldn't hurt to stay just a moment, could it? Her wings flutter nervously behind her, as if she were a bird that might fly away at any moment. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and offers a smile to Shannon "Ah a new face, come on in and find a seat, the chicken will be ready in a bit." He looks over to Pixie "My Pa died from working in them, but not in them itself. If you ever need someone to talk to Ah am here. Illyana is a long story, and hers to tell, but she has been through a lot, and I trust her totally." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smiles, "Thanks Sam, I appreciate that. I'll talk to Illy more too, get to know her side of things." even so, she's not sure it'll be easy to put aside grudges, but she'll try. she turns, glancing over at the newcomer. "Hii! Are you new here? Love the wings.." she flutters her own dragonfly wings in response. "I'm Megan and this is Sam. Are you looking for someplace?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      A tentative smile curls the corners of the newcomer's mouth upwards, a little bit of a twinkle coming to her ocean blue eyes. She finds a stool to pull up to the island in the center, and join the pair. Her wings fold in close behind her as she perches on the stool, a nightingale coming in to roost. "I'm Shannon. Just came here last night, so not really a lot of time to learn my way around." Well, the two seemed friendly enough, though perhaps a little caution was still in order. "I'm not sure what's more heavenly right now... the smell of that chicken, Sam, or how pretty your wings are, Megan." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well, once Ah have the chicken on might be making some biscuits and gravy as well. Sorry Ah have not looked over your file yet, but yah Ah am Sam, and am one of the assistant here as well as a student. If you need anything just ask, and Ah will do my best to help you with it 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blushes and smiles at the compliment. "Awwe, thanks Shannon! You have pretty wings too. We should go flying some time!" she glances at her watch, nodding to Sam. "Thanks for the chat, I really have to get to class though..See you later!" she waves and flutters off. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon opens her mouth to reply to Megan, but barely has time before she well, flies out the door to class. She just shakes her head and chuckles a little bit. "Here again, gone again, Finnegan." She looks back at Sam briefly, then glances down at the countertop, idly tracing the pattern of the grain on the surface with the tip of one slender finger. "There probably isn't much of a file yet, but you'd have to ask either miss Munroe or mister McCoy about that. I guess you could say my folks and I sort of winged it coming up here from Connecticut. We didn't even know this was a place for... well, for kids like us." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and says "Well it is sorta kept that way to be honest. It is better for the students here if folks don't find out until they have been invited. So, what year of high school? He asks guessing her age somewhat. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Sophomore. At least, I'm pretty sure about that. Been homeschooled up till now." The smell of the chicken frying is growing stronger, and her brows knit a little bit in concern, her body tensing and her hands very still on the counter as she glances around. "That's not burning, is it?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head a bit and says "Na, you have to make sure chicken is well cooked, making sure none get sick. I know some here could probably not be to bothered but some have special constitutions as well." He will check it though, and turn it a bit "Well they will have ya take some tests to make sure." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon nods, and smiles a bit. "I've never had real good luck with fried chicken. The only time I tried, I almost set fire to the kitchen." She reaches back and ties her hair back in a literal knot with a tail, for lack of a hair tie or stick to hold it in place and keep it out of her eyes. "Wonder when the tests will be, and who will give them. Miss Munroe and mister McCoy were both very nice, and there was one other woman I saw when I got here but didn't really get to say hi to her." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Pretty much all the teachers here are good. And you have chance at some interesting classes that you would not at alot of places, not even counting flying and such. For chicken, one of the thing is making sure not to cook it to high." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Wait, they have classes for -flying-?!" The expression of surprise and shock on Shannon's face is priceless, eyes gone wide and jaw dropping. "You've got to be kidding me! Mythology, flying, what next? I heard it goes all the way up to college level stuff here... that's just... wow!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and takes up the first batch of chicken. "Oh yea learning to use your powers is a very important thing. Ah used to be really bad at making turns, and took me a bit, but Ah can do a decent turn and even a 180 if need be. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      The only sound for several long moments after that are the sounds of Sam puttering about the kitchen and working on the fried chicken, the sizzling of oil and the clatter of cooking tools the only thing to break the silence. Shannon looks down to the marble countertop, tracing the veins in the stone and looking at her hands. She flexes her fingers a little bit, chewing her lower lip as if debating whether or not to speak. But she finally does, her voice very soft and hesitant. "Do you think... they'd have classes for healing?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms, and says "Classes no, but we do have another healer who might be able to give you some advice, and also medical training which seems to help some folks. Seems if you can deal with some of the wound thought normal means, it is easier to heal most times." He looks at her and says "Healing and flying? Interesting combo. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon's wings and shoulders droop slightly, and she hangs her head. "That's what I didn't get to tell miss Munroe last night. It was really nice to just, you know, feel normal and all, but..." She sighs softly and just shrugs, moving her hands to her lap and keeping out of Samuel's way. "If someone's hurt and I touch them, it's like I take in their hurt. And I don't know how to control it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit to this and says "Well I will make sure to put it in your file, but we will have to work on it, hopefully we can teach you how to control it, and only happen when you want it to. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon breathes a sigh of relief, straightening atop her perch on the stool by the counter island. Stretching out her wings behind her, she smiles a little bit more; maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad situation after all. Maybe the fear and the journey of the years behind her wouldn't be for nothing. Maybe everything her family went through wouldn't be for nothing. "That'd really be great. So... I guess we both like cooking, too? If there's some potatoes, maybe I could make some oven-fried wedges to go with that chicken?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well, Ah don't do it a lot, more apt to when either Ah have something on my mind, or when Ah am missing home." He will nod over towards a cupboard and says "Taters are in there, and you should find knives and peelers in the drawer beside the sink. If she does go get the taters, she will probably get an idea the school has a crap load of food. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh stretches and checks the time. He finishes taping up the last box in his room, which he had barely unpacked into, and heads out into the hall. Before long Josh walks into the dining hall, to face hostile or indifferent looks from the students eating there. He pretends not to notice and walks past the tables holding what is on offer into the kitchen. "Holy shit it smells good in here," he says as soon as the door opens. His hair is a tousled mess, his t-shirt proclaims his love of the Giants, and his jeans and sneakers... Well, they are just jeans and sneakers. He beams his usual 1000-watt smile when he sees Sam, despite the bags under his eyes. "Hey Sam, is that you cooking? Is there any extra?" he asks. He takes note of the other person present but waits on Sam's reaction, seeming a bit hesitant. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over as the door opens and says "Hey Josh, you know I always cook enough to make sure folks are fed. Josh, this is Shannon, Shannon, this is Josh. Josh is our healer, who I was saying might be able to help you our. Josh, this is your new padawan." He jokes a bit. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Josh isn't the only one who's hesitant; caught in the pose of reaching for the cupboard for some potatoes, Shannon freezes in place as if she were a statue of an angel, and not a living, breathing being. Her blue paisley sun dress might as well be marble for all it moves, and her snowy feathered wings might as well be fashioned from snow and ice instead. Her azure eyes are wide and she's glancing back over her shoulder right at Josh, almost looking as if she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Hi..." Her light alto voice is soft, almost a whisper for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh looks behind himself and then back to Shannon. "... Hi?" he says awkwardly. "I didn't mean to interrupt, I was just gonna grab some food and head back upstairs," he says, with a gesture back to the doors. Josh looks to Sam for help. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Shannon here is a new student, and we were talking about classes we have here and learning to use powers. Seems she has a healing touch but a bit different than yours. She takes the damage onto herself, Ah believe she said, and Ah told her you might be able to give her some pointers on healing and such" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon just nods in confirmation, and smiles a little more. She plucks a few potatoes from the mass of tubers held in the cabinet, and holds them in the crook of her left arm. A few little bits of dirt cling to her hand, which she brushes off on her skirt, hesitating for a moment to offer her hand in greeting. For now, she opts to hold back. "Very nice to meet you. Padawan, huh? At least I'm not the only nerd here." 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Everyone's a nerd here, it's a school for gifted people, you know?" Josh jokes and shakes Shannon's hand. "Man, that's rough on the healing though," he says with a look between and Shannon. "I mean ouch." Josh taps Sam in the arm with the back of his hand. "Hey, great news about Doug, right?" he says with a smile. "I mean, anything is better than nothing. Sorry I didn't get in as soon as he woke up. My cell wasn't getting messages all yesterday." "So are you actually interested in medicine and first aid, or they just throwing that at you 'cause of your powers?" Josh asks Shannon with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Not sure what they have set up for her yet, she and Ah were talking, and Ah suggested it to her thought it might be of some help to her. The whole pushing the wound together so it is easier to heal. " He looks over to Shannon "You can tell, I am such a healer right?" He offers her a grin and looks to Josh "He does seem to be doing better, now he just has to convince himself to let himself heal." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon shakes her head. "Nobody's thrown anything at me. Not yet, anyways. But if I've got these gifts, it'd be a waste to not use them, or to learn more about other ways of healing." She smiles at both gentlemen, before going to the sink to wash off the potatoes, and get a large chef's knife to cut them into wedges. "Nobody's set me up for much of anything yet. Like I told Sam, just got here last night." For the moment, she listens to them talking about their friend, her brows furrowing with concern. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh nods at Sam and grins. "Thank god he's pulling through." "Better be careful, Shannon. That's what I thought at first, and then I was like, oh this is really cool, you know? So now I'm trying to scrape the grades together for med school," Josh says with a smile and shrug. "Great place to be for whatever you wanna learn though. You in grade 12? First year? I'm really bad with guessing that." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods and will let them talk for a moment changing out to the next batch of chicken, and then getting things to start making the biscuits. Hey I have been here 5 years and am thinking astro physics is going to maybe be my field. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Senior? You really think I'm a senior?" Shannon's cheeks turn rosy pink, and the task of chopping up the potatoes and seasoning them for baking suddenly becomes very, very interesting. If Josh thought she was that old already, then there could definitely be some very awkward moments ahead for her at the school! "I'm just a sophomore. Ummm, Sam, right? Where's a couple baking sheets I can put these on?" Cooking. Yeah. 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Oh right, of course," the young adult replies to Shannon with a grin. He shoots Sam an amused look. "Astrophysics? Wow. Okay, that's really cool. Nerd, but cool," Josh jokes to Sam. He looks over. "Dude that smells really good." "So, wings, healing powers, and really lovely blush," Josh grins, leaning against the island. "You're gonna start a revival or something! Man, we gotta get you to meet Warren. You heard of Warren Worthington? Big wings, just like you. You want flying tips? He's the guy. And the girls say he's pretty hot, too." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit more and will hand her two baking pans and takes two for himself. "Josh here is a decent fellow, but a bit of a flirt." He will tell Shannon. "Mind you Ah am sure you will find a lot of the guys here flirting with you. Warren is a good guy to learn as his flying is with wings so he would be a god teacher. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Somehow, an artist would be able to discover new shades of pink in Shannon's complexion as the hue creeps bit by bit into the rest of her face, and even to the tips of her ears. She ducks her head, wrapping her wings partially around her upper body to hide her face from view. "That's the second time I've heard that name since coming here. Miss Munroe mentioned him last night. She thought I'd want to be called angel, but my family calls me their little Nightingale." The flick and thud of her knife against the counter is all that's heard from her area for a few moments, and it seems time for a change of subject. "So ummm, I heard there's a music group on campus, too?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Nightengale it is," Josh says. He keeps from laughing but not from grinning to Sam, then forces a slightly more serious face. "I dunno about that. Mason Steele is around though if you're into his music. He's always playing around in the rec room. And Dazzler is in and out. And jokes aside, I'm glad to help if I can. I won't be around all the time, but I can give you my number. I can get back to the mansion pretty easy if you ever need anything. Healing is... Weird, you know? Sometimes it's good to like, just talk about what you feel from people." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and says "Dazzler is around, Ah run the club, and then Also colt is looking to start a band. If your looking to get in a band, Ah am sure someone would be interested. Also Dazzler does teach some music 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Always," Josh grins. "I don't think I can stay for the potatoes though. Can I steal a couple pieces of chicken? I gotta finish packing pretty quick." Josh digs around and quickly comes up with a plate and paper napkin, then goes to hover near Sam. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Really? It'd be great to study music, too." Shannon definitely seems to perk up at this, a definite sparkle in her eyes. With a grateful smile to Sam, she accepts the baking sheets, and also tracks down some cooking spray. She sets the oven to temperature, prepares the sheets, and starts putting the potato wedges on in a single layer, with a little salt and pepper. "These should go well with the chicken. Hope you two are hungry." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie makes sure anyone who wants food has some, and once he has biscuits made, he puts it in one of the multiple ovens. He moves to washing his hands and says "Oh trust me, as the food cooks we will see more and more students. When I bring pizzas in it is like parriana 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Pizza? Fried chicken? Forget flying, I'll roll out of here!" Shannon giggles, finally with a wide smile that lights up her whole countenance. Okay, maybe this Sam wasn't such a bad one after all. Shame about Josh leaving, though. She glances over his way, her smile turning a bit shy. "Maybe that'd be a good idea to get your number, if that's okay. Who's going to be healing here, if you're leaving? If it's not too nosy... why -are- you going, anyways?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' "Huh? Oh I will. I'll be, uh, nearby, if anything happens," he says with a quick look to Sam. "Just out of sight." "Besides, either Wanda or someone here can teleport me over if it's an emergency," Josh explains. "I lived off campus except the past couple weeks, then moved here cause it wasn't super safe in my apartment anymore. But now it's not really safe for the school for people to know I'm here either. So I'm moving in with Wanda in the Avengers Mansion. Nobody's stupid enough to try something there." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "We have enough connections with people to get people here pretty quickly, but I am pretty sure you will be tired of him just like the rest of us quickly." He jokes a bit and says "Plus I am sure Pietro will offer to get ya here fast Josh. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "How could I be tired of someone I just met?" She pops the potatoes into the oven to roast, taking note of the time. Hopefully Josh would be able to sample a few before he had to go! Slender fingers come up to tuck a stray wisp of pale gold away behind her ear, where it's escaped the tail-knot that holds the rest of her hair securely at the back of her head. "So what kinds of things do you two like to do, when you're not healing and cooking and things like that?" 

:'''{{#var:1798|Josh Foley (1798)}} has posed:''' Josh plates up some chicken. "I like making me people tired of me," Josh grins broadly. "Gotta run, thanks for chicken. Great to meet you Shannon. And Sam? If you see Doug before I do, tell him I say hi." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "well, I am a bit of a sci-fi buff, Doug and I both are, and then I run club Evolution in Bushwick. Having to deal with a few things there lately. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Guess there's a lot to catch up on. Oooo... a sci-fi buff? What's your favorite? And who's Doug?" She does frown slightly, thinking back a few minutes, glancing down at her hands and flexing her fingers. "How badly was he hurt? Think you or Josh mentioned something about that." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Pretty badly, but right now, he is in a bit of an odd status. Healing him won't really work. It is sorta like he has a super immune system that has ideas of it's own on how to keep him safe, and he has to convince it of other ways. Doud is one of my best friends." He will pull out his wallet, and a picture of the first gen of new mutants. Doug's the other blond guy." He says. The pic is when Sam was 16" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon gingerly touches the picture, tracing the faces imprinted there from just a few years past. She smiles, considering them for a moment. So much life, so much promise, such hope for times to come. How could either of them have known what the future would hold? "You both have really nice smiles." She looks up, glancing over at the oven, and the clock, seeming satisfied for the moment with what she sees. "Well... if healing him won't work, maybe just a little good food and some company? It kind of sucks, feeling alone." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Will see if I can get a chance and permission to take you to introduce you to him. Your liable to see Rahne, Illyana and Berto around here as well. Illyana lives at the school and the others visit alot." He points out which is which." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      With a nod and a smile, Shannon seems to accept this. The smell of baked potatoes is by now wafting through the kitchen, joining the savory, rich aroma of fried chicken. She reaches for the nearest oven mitt and goes to pull the potato wedges out, setting them aside. "That'd be great. I heard last night that it's a pretty tight-knit bunch here. Now I can believe it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "We are pretty much a big family here. At times we may fight and argue, but that happens alot in big families, trust me, Ah aint sure if my brother is talking to me this week or not." He jokes 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon laughs, and smiles again, decidedly more at ease now. Perhaps this was someone she could come to regard as family. "I wouldn't know about big families. It was just my folks and me. Closest I had to a sister was a friend I met at summer camp." She sighs softly, her smile fading somewhat. "At least until a couple summers ago. Guess you find out who your true friends and family are the hard way sometimes. But enough about that... do you have a big family? I mean, besides everyone here." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles and says "You could say that." He will show her another picture of him, his mom and his nine brothers and sisters. I don't think I knew what quiet was till I came up here for school." He tells her. He makes sure none of the food he was cooking burns 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon smiles as she looks at the picture, gingerly touching each face in turn. "You all look really happy in this. I bet your family loves you a lot, like mine loves me. Guess we're both pretty lucky." A wistful expression comes over her, and she sighs a little. "I love mine a lot. But sometimes, I wonder what it'd be like to have a brother or sister that won't let you down when... well, when things happen." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, AH am sure you will learn that here. you will also learn to want to pull your brothers and sisters around by the hair of the head. Will give you a bit of a heads up, we do have another newish student. She has powers based on sound, and causes her to broadcast her inner monologue to the outside world" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon tries not to smile too much on hearing that--and fails. Miserably. Nor can she stifle a giggle, her wings ruffling behind her. "Well, I guess you'll never wonder where you stand with her." She does sober up for a minute, though, despite the bit of a twinkle that remains in her eyes. "Guess that's got to be as hard for her as me not being too well able to control healing." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "She is learning to control it but it is taking a bit of time for her. So, try to be understanding if she says something that embarrasses her, that she can't really control. We do try to help people through the different hurdles they maybe encountering as they learn their powers. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, getting a plate and filling it up with the potato wedges to serve out family-style. "I heard nothing, I know nothing." The smell of the fried chicken has been too tempting for too long; how she's resisted it for this long is anybody's guess, but no longer. Is it a vulture or a winged girl that swoops in to snag a bit of the fried goodness? Given how fast it disappears, one is left to wonder! "Oh god... this is heavenly!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "The smaller pile there is spicy. Megan was talking about it so I made a bit with a bit of kick for those who wanted to try it. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Uh-oh. Going by the look on her face, Shannon seems to have gotten a piece of chicken from the spicy pile! She starts looking very desperate, waving her hands in front of her mouth, and diving for the sink. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and will move to pour her a glass of milk offering it to her "That might help some." It aint as bad as it could be luckily.' 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon sends the glass of milk on its way, winding up with a comical little white moustache on her upper lip when all is said and done. One can almost picture smoke coming from her mouth as she sighs in relief, grinning sheepishly. "Thanks. That was still pretty good but wow. My dad would love that, though." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "well maybe if he gets a chance to come visit or on your next visit home, we can make some so he can try it. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, and smiles somewhat. "He'd probably come here if anything. Going home... isn't too safe. But maybe if he comes here, I can make the potato wedges, and you can make the chicken?" Her mood brightens considerably at the prospect, leaving little doubt about the love in her family. "Where's home for you, anyways?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Mountains of Kentucky, but this place, well it is a second home to me. It is something very special, but Ah do go home on occasion, see the little ones, and help ma when she will let me." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon smiles as she listens. "I bet it's really nice there. Can't help but think of 'Run For The Roses' when I hear about Kentucky." She hums a few bars of the song, her voice surprisingly even and strong, for all its low volume in the moment. "Southeastern Connecticut here, not really far from Long Island Sound." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit and says "I like some country but am a bit of a rock fan , as well as others. Lila Cheney is my favorite but am a bit biased there. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      To see the look on Shannon's face as she glances over at Sam, one would think he sprouted another head on his shoulders! "Who's Lila Cheney?" Oh, my. It seemed there was a lot to learn besides academics and the finer points of one's gifts! 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look over and feels old. that when ya hear the kids have not heard of your favorite band old. He will pull out his phone, and show her a pic, and a play list of songs. One is titles Sam. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      If Sam felt very old, Shannon suddenly felt like a little kid in front of her elder asking why the sky is blue--and getting that same dumbfounded look. She glances down at the phone and scrolls through the play list. Not one single title seems to spark any hint of recognition in her expression. Not a one. She shakes her head, and shrugs, but smiles. "Don't know any of these. But maybe I'll have to listen sometime." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "She and Dazzler played together some, and she is better know a bit farther out I think." He does not say out how far. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "May I?" If allowed, Shannon does pick the eponymous song for Sam, tilting her head as she listens to it play. Her smile widens as the melody and the lyrics begin to make a whole lot of sense. Innocent in many ways she might be, but even she is not completely blind to the magic of music from and for the heart! "That's so sweet!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and says "It used to really frustrate one of my friends but I think even most of them lik eit. I am hoping to get her to play the club again soon too." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon smiles and nods, listening as the last notes of the song fade away. "I'm really glad you're happy. Wish everyone could be lucky like that." She sighs wistfully, wrapping her arms and wings around herself for a moment. Would she ever find someone like that? Still, to be safe and among friends who might become like family, was a blessing in of itself. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Oh she and Ah aren't together, we are just friends. But we are still friends, and that's the important part. Right now, Ah aint really seriously about anyone right now. Going out a bit with one person but still seeing how that goes." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Still, you've got a friend you're happy with. That counts for a lot. Everyone should be that lucky at least once in their lives." She smiles once again, unfurling her wings and relaxing her stance. "And at least you've gone out with someone. So again, you're really pretty lucky." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Ok, a little secret? I was 16 year old before I had my first kiss." He will tel her is he blushing a little, perhaps 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Seriously?" Now it's Shannon's turn to blush, as much for his sake as her own, but she laughs softly. "Now I don't feel so bad about 'sweet sixteen and never been kissed'!" Oh yes, there goes that blush, getting very bright very quickly. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "There are a few of us around here who are a bit late bloomers in that side of things, and there is no reason to be ashamed it is better to find someone special and it be special 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods firmly, in full agreement. "Yeah, you're right there. If they can't accept the whole package, it's not worth it. There's so much out there, though. More to learn than I thought and probably more than I know right now. Who knows what's ahead?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Oh I am sure you will see many many different things than you would expect, I am pretty sure it wil be a wild, but fun ride. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon bursts out laughing at that, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "You don't have to tell me that. First night here, and I was tired, hungry, scared out of my mind. Wish I would have gotten to talk to mister McCoy a little, but my folks were handling things there. Then enter in someone who's pretty much a force of nature. Big heart, really nice, but doesn't let you get away with anything. That's miss Munroe so far in a nutshell. And you know," she paused for a moment, smiling. "It was almost like an older sister, just talking away over a cup of something she called... rooibos." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie ahs and nods "Have had that on a cold stormy night or two. So, how about telling me what types of things your interested in? 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nibbles on one of the potato wedges hopefully before it gets too cold to enjoy, fidgeting a little bit. "Cooking, some. I'm not really good at it, but there's a few things I'm okay at making. Wish I could make that fried chicken of yours, it's really good stuff. Music, too... I love playing the piano and flute, singing alto, and writing music on the computer. Sewing, well... I kind of had to learn that some. It's that or I'll have a real problem finding clothes to fit with these." She waves her hand with the half-eaten snack in it, towards her wings, stretching them both out--and hopefully not knocking anything over in the process. "Mythology's good reading, too, so's Shakespeare." Her impish little smile returns, and so does her laugh. "All the classics, though, and you know what goofy stuff I still come back to? Dr. Seuss." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "Well, I am a big Sci Fi fan, Doug reads about anything you put in front of him. The two are sitting at the bar talking, there is fried chicken, biscuits, tater wedges and drink set out. The chicken is divided into two piles one a good bit larger than the other. Well might be able to find folks for ya to talk about all that stuff to." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon searches among the drinks set out, and finds some... root beer! Nectar of the gods! The sight of the stuff brings an almost childish glee to her face, and she reaches for a can. She still hasn't gotten rid of the milk moustache on her upper lip, though! "It still almost seems too good to be true, being with so many others well... like us. Different becomes normal, and normal becomes fascinating. It's weird, but in a good way, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "It does help, when your a teenager, you feel different and out there even before your mutation, and then there is that added to it. It can be a lot for folks. Here we try to make sure you realize your not alone that there are folks here who even though maybe from different places, different powers, and be a lot different, but in some ways are still the same, and have had a lot of the same journeys to go. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods slowly, listening. There's a crack and a hiss as she opens the can of root beer, and enjoys a little bit of it. "You're right there, too. Some have their families when they mutate, some don't. I got lucky, mine stuck with me." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Peter is here at the school because... uh... because. Hey Peter, why are you here at the school, buddy? Oh, right yeah, because he has to start getting his lesson plans ready for the coming school year. "Dang right." Don't talk to yourself. "Dang, why?" It looks weird. He's strolling through with a backwards METS cap, cargo shorts, flipflops, and a vintage Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith shirt (can you believe we're saying that? That that movie is vintage? What a crime) His phone is in his hands, buds in his ear, and path clearly laid out for the coffee machine. Whatever he's listening to has his head bobbing and whatever he's screwing around with on the phone has him smirking. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head and says "Have seen both and honestly it is probably why Ah try to make sure everyone here feels like a family. " He looks over and says "Thats Professor Parker, he is a science and photography teacher He is a pretty good fellow, and a fellow nerd. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Was Ellie stalking Peter. Maybe. She ducks into the kitchen after the sort of teacher and pauses and sniffs. "Chicken?" sniff "Fried chicken and biscuits and ... Kentucky why didn't you message me!" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon pauses with the can of soda halfway to her lips, her smile fading, tensing somewhat. Her wings flutter behind her, as if she were a bird preparing to take flight. She nods in a gesture of respect to Peter, but keeps silent for the moment, taking the time to size things up. It's no different when Ellie slips into the kitchen, the tow-headed teen eyeing her warily as well. This was getting more crowded than she thought, a lot more quickly than she thought! 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Holy crap what is that?" Peter sniffs at the air, glancing around as if he was wholly unaware that there were other people here because he's way too ingrossed on his phone, not to mention none of them are actively trying to kill him, and there fore did not tingle in the spider-force. "That's like heaven.." The nerdy teacher finishes whatever he was typing out and slips his phone away, buds pulled to hang backwards on his shoulders. "Is this communal? Are we working under communal rules?" Seriously, he'll hip check Ellie if she gets in his way. Peter takes his food seriously. "What gives on the no messages?!" Shannon. Pete doesn't know all the students.. he'll feel bad about for sure.. because he should, so he doesn't know that she's new. "Sup." Up nodding. "This communal?" Pointing at the food. One track mind. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yes it is made for all, the smaller pile has a bit more spice on it, so be careful with it Megan wanted some with a kick." He will tell him. He then looks to Shannon and says "This is Ellie, she only bites when we forget to call her about the chicken." He jokes a bit and says "Was a bit of a spur of the moment thing, wanted a taste of home. This is Shannon our newest student here. " He looks over and grins at Ellie "Still in her grace period, so no tormenting yet." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Ellie starts to move towards the chicken as if daring the fates and Peter to press his luck with a hip check. I mean there is a mild chance his Spider Sense might go off before he tries to do anything like that though. She is prickly and explosive. "Don't call me Ellie, I go by Negasonic Teenage Warhead or maybe Negasonic around here. I'm in charge of public relations and social media." no. No she certainly isn't here. This isn't the Titans. Also yeah she can't help but give Samuel some shit. "Also how much of her grace period is up before I can chew on her?" is she kidding. Maybe she is kidding. "Angel wings. Angel wings... hmm need a handle for the intranet." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Uh-oh. This could get really ugly, really fast! Shannon inches back a step or two, a little taken aback. If she thought she'd met a force of nature on arrival, she was ill-prepared for the two facing her now! "There's a grace period?" Crap. It looked as if she was in for a crash course on who was who and what was what here at the school! "I guess you could go with Nightingale if you wanted. My family called me that sometimes, and it's kind of sticking here, too." Her smile's a bit shy, and she turns her attention to Peter. "I think it is. Watch the spicy chicken, it's pretty strong." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' The tingling does alert the otherwise unassuming Professor to the ill practice of tossling a Negasonic Teenaged Warhead, but he lives dangerously and hip checks her anyways. "If you're going to think about intranet names while the foods out, I'm going to need you to do it a few inches to the left.. I'm starving.." Plate and breast and biscuits annnnd.. Peter is walking away eating already. "There's always a grace period." Said between bites of chicken, which are accompanied by appreciative murmurs of exactly how good it is should anyone be so inclined to wonder what his personal opinion is. "So..." Waving a biscuit in his hand at Shannon, "You're new? Oh well welcome! I'm Peter Parker." because he was rude and listening to music when he was introduced, "I teach biology." Then he waves it at Negasonic, "That's really the name you're going with? Like you're all in on it?" Tongue dancing back against his molars, head canting to the side in a wiggling nod, "A plus marks for originality I guess." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Negasonic is a bit of a fire cracker, she will give ya hell, but most of the time it is in good nature and fun, unless you get in her way for food or such. She also does the publicity for the club. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic looks after Peter. There is a lot more tingly after the hip check and then the sass. Which is moments before she makes a flicking motion at his plate and a small kinetic charge explodes that way. It is more of a black cat level of explosion though, absolutely nothing dangerous, though she is hoping he wears a biscuit as a result of being startled. "I like my name." and she turns to start dishing up her food. "Nightingale isn't going to work. It has to be snazzy, maybe snarky, or a tiny bit mean like Trashpuppy." she notes good naturedly. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "What the...?!" Shannon jumps back as the charge is thrown, definitely startled. Her azure eyes go as wide as dinner plates--but then, the laughter bubbles up from somewhere within, as she also witnesses the comical aftereffects of Negasonic's little jab at Peter. Maybe this one wouldn't be so bad as she seemed! "Hey... you like Negasonic, I like Nightingale. And you've got wicked aim with those explosions." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Unfortunately for Negasonic, Peter is neither surprised, thanks to his spider senses tingling like a mad cow when she snaps, nor wearing a biscuit. It does spring off his plate, certainly, but he is a quick bugger if ever there were quick buggers to be. In what might look like a movie level mad dash, he sits down his plate and hacky sack kicks the tumbling biscuit right back into his hand. Smooth as fresh milk. "How about Fizzledud? Oh... Lil'gothy spark? Those are less of a mouthful." He takes a bite from the biscuit and snatches up his plate with a twist of his other hand. "Oh, I know, Sparkler." Wiggling his fingers against his bisuit at her. "So adorable." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks at them and says "Now listen here you two, no fighting at he table. Food is here and no wasting the food. You want to blow each other up you go outside. Yes Sam seems ot be telling the teacher what to do. He is in his big brother voice. "I don't want the food ruined." 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Okay. That spider sense spikes like CRAZY For a moment there and Ellie looks really dark at Peter. It ramps back down when Kentucky says no fighting in the kitchen. "Not worth it." she notes and then goes to the fridge to get an energy drink and tucks it into a pocket before heading to the kitchen nook. To Shannon "Thanks. That was the smallest I can do" she notes to the new kid. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon is agog at the display of cat-like reflexes by Peter, whistling low. "Holy crow. How the heck do you move that fast?!" She shakes her head, bemused. If this was just the beginning, what else could possibly be in store here? It was sure to be an interesting journey! No fighting? That was fine by her. She had no wish to show the reason behind her name, hopefully not for a long time to come. It was just too dicey. She keeps an eye on both Peter and Negasonic, deciding to stick a little closer to Sam for the time being. "So, Negasonic... how did you come by your name? And if that was the smallest you can do, remind me not to get you mad." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' Peter is in a strange mood, but he's not fighty, and he knows when things will escalate. Call it spidertuition. His brow perks at Negasonic and nods along with, "Nope, not worth it at all. Still a teacher, even if I'm a little loose with it." It isn't a warning, so much as a reminder. He did press it, so he's not elevating himself above reproach in the situation. The plate motions out towards Sam, "Smart man, sorry about that. Love your sense of priority though..." Half a biscuit wiggle points down at the chicken, "This is incredible. You're invited to all my party functions if you're bringing chicken." And then Shannon, mouth wide for a second, eyes going from his feet, up to the newest student. "I work out." Around another bite. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit at Peter, but does not voice any thoughts on his working out. He will look over to Negasonic and says "Normal grace is a week, that gives them a chance to find their feet, and see it aint personal." He will chuckle, and says "Ma taught me a few things. As the oldest when mom needed help Ah was the one who had to do the more dangerous things. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Negasonic is ignoring Peter really right now. She is focused on the chicken and food. Also Samuel and Shannon. Not paying attention to snarky teacher. Nope. She leans towards Shannon. "It is only personal with Kentucky here." she leans back and takes a bite of her biscuit. "I came up with it when I got to this school at the wise age of 13 newly orphaned." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon seems to consider Negasonic for a moment. Beneath all that bravado seemed to be something else entirely, yet she wouldn't insult her new friend by calling it out here and now. Instead, she simply nods. "We've all got our story, I guess." Sam gets a decidedly bigger smile, the be-winged young woman a bit more at ease around him for the moment. "Maybe sometime, would you be willing to show me how to make this chicken without burning the place down? It'd be something fun. And with any luck maybe the mistakes would still be edible." She's still not quite sure what to make of Peter, but nods his way, and smiles some. "So you said you teach photography, too? That's something I wouldn't mind trying. Though I'm probably not any good at it." 

:'''{{#var:4|Peter Parker (4)}} has posed:''' "Like feeding all the Guthrie Clan?" Peter hops up on the edge of a counter with his plate sitting beside him while he eats. Coffee has long been forgotten, "I can see how that might be an act of war." Grinning as he polishes off his bisuit and starts in on the chicken with a ruthless abandonment. That's right. Peter has used his real super power of wit for the greater good! A silent Negasonic?! "Hey pouty." He leans over towards the bisuits and grabs another up to side toss it in her direction. "Your name is cool as hell, okay? I'm sorry I got a little jealous..." Hand on his stomach, "I get bear pokey when I'm hungry." The last bit of chicken is shoved into his mouth as he slips down off the counter to dump bones in the receptical and clean his plate in the sink. "Freelance yeah, it's not covered in the coriculum yet. I'm going to propose it as an elective during the summer though... Probably end up in my biology course.. but if not.. what's your problem with science?" He says it jokingly, yanking up another biscuit for the road which he pops in his mouth while reseting the buds in his ear. Whatever he's listening to has him dancing. First doing the running man towards the door and then spinning into a beautiful moonwalk out into the hallway. Once he's disappeared around a corner. "OWWWW..." Mimicing Michael Jackson. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to Peter heading away and looks to the two ladies "Ah aint quite that goofy am Ah?" He will ask them. He looks over to Shannon and says "Ah will at least teach you how to make something close, so you can get your own version of it." He looks over to Negasonic, and says "Club's going to up security, and keep it open, but Ah want to make sure folks are safe there even with keeping it open. 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' "You should really be careful of your hand Parker. Bears bite hands off." yeah she knows who he is, she has been going here for four years now. Once Parker is gone she looks after him. "He is very odd." then she looks back to Sam and Shannon. "That seems like a good plan Kentucky. I support this." she considers "Oh hey, I joined the Titans and am doing social media for them too." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      And just like that, as quickly as he arrived, Peter was gone again. Shannon is left rather bemused, shaking her head and laughing. "Wow. Why do I have a feeling his classes are never dull? This should be pretty interesting."      The prospect of learning to make something even close to that properly perfect poultry was just too good to -not- smile at. "Sounds good. Whenever you want to do that's fine." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well to be honest most no class around here is never to boring." He will tell her. He smiles and says "I may make some naner pudding for tomorrow." He tells them both. He looks over to Nega and asks "Titans? That is interesting how long you been working with them?" 

:'''{{#var:281|Negasonic (281)}} has posed:''' Nega shrugs a little bit. "A couple of months.. since before the Sentinel blasted me into that building and broke my arm." she snags her plate and slips back to her feet, bussing her dishes. "Nice to meet you Birdgirl." and out she heads. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Hey... that's Nightingale!" Shannon actually grumbles a little bit, ruffling her feathers and spreading her wings out. Still, Negasonic -had- tried to be nice, so she takes a few deep breaths and nods. "You too... see you around!" She herself stays long enough to clean up her dishes, and her portion of the cooking, smiling at Sam. "I probably should see if I can manage to find my way back to my room again. Really was great to meet you. Maybe I'll see you around?" With that, she sneaks a piece of chicken off of the non-spicy plate to take with her for a bedtime snack, munching on it on her way out the door, and probably to bed. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie waves and says "Have a good one and make sure ya take a left at the second floor or you will end up in the boys dorms." He jokes a bit with her. He looks at Negasonic and says "Good to hear your helping other folks." 
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8512/Repairs and Security Upgrades

2019-09-14T20:23:49Z

Grizzlar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/25
|Location=Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
|Synopsis=New security is hired
|Cast of Characters=1258,278,73
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is at the club today as new bullet proof windows are being put in. The place has been hit hard, but there are people here fixing it soon. The blood is being cleaned up, new furniture and equipment delivered to replace damaged or destroyed things. Sam stands in the middle of things, checking to see things are being done right, and telling people where to put things. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' It is only the second time Roberto comes to Evolution. This club was always Sam's project and he is just the guy with the money. To be honest, he doesn't expect to get any benefit out of the club. It is useful to activate Mutant Town ailing economy, though. Just a drop of water, and Roberto has bigger plans to help mutantkind. But now the club has become a target for drug-pushers and vicious gangs. And he feels forced to act to protect the place. Bulletproof glass everywhere is an expensive first step. But mere walls are not enough to protect a club full of people. Hence he went looking for more expert help. Today Sam and Berto are interviewing a rising star in the mercenary world that actually has experience in club security. 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson keeps her sunglasses on as she walks into the club because she's a badass. She whips them off and squints at the room, then smirks a bit at the attendent who asks her some dumb questions, like what the fudge she's doing here. She blabs something about about her meeting. "Yeah so, meeting these guys," she tells him helpfully. The attendent pointpoints across the room vaguely and Rose keeps squinting in the direction he's point, "Yeah, fine," she mutters. She pops a piece of chewing gum in her mouth and walks slowly across the floor, dodging some construction equipment and a sign that reads: RE-BUILDING. She detours to the bar and asks the bartender, "What time do you guys start servin?" she wonders. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to Berto, and says "Ah have put in a call to Guido for some folks he would suggest, but he is out on tour with Lila so not sure when we will hear back. As the woman walks up he looks her over a moment, and will ask "Miss Wilson?" 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "Wilson? Oh man, I hope she is not related to Wade Wilson," comments Roberto quietly, just for Sam. "At least she is good looking," he adds as an afterthought. Then he smiles pleasantly to Rose as she comes closer. "Please, join us in one of the booths." If there is no objections, he leads the others to one some distance from the workers. 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson opens her mouth to continue her conversation with the bartender when she's interrupted by Rowberto and Sam. She turns to look at them, "Rose," she comments to Sam, then nods her head to them apathetically, "Got a mess here, huh?" she comments. She titls her chin toward the mysterious booths and adds, "Yeah fine," she comments quietly. She walks over and plops down. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head, and says "We have had some incidents with some of the local gangs, and while we have some ways of dealing with it, to be honest we need someone with a bit more actual security bent that might be able to help us find the right level of security to keep employs, customers and performers safe." He will asks "What would you like to drink, motioning for one of the waitresses that showed up, to help with thing. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto sits down with a sigh. "What Sam is saying..." pause, "by the way, he is Sam Guthrie, the manager. I am Roberto Da Costa, the owner, good to meet you, Rose." "What has happened," he continues, "is that some drug-pushers have been trying to use this club to distribute a new drug called Hook. We don't want that thing here, and they have shoot people. They injured one of my friends the first time. And killed a bouncer the second, as well as..." he gestures to the destruction. "This is Mutant Town," comments Roberto. "Crime is high, police is scarce and many humans hate the residents. Contrarily to popular belief, most mutants don't have great powers and they aren't bulletproof. We need specialized help, someone able to take out a group of armed opponents quickly, before they can hurt anyone." 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson shrugs, "Yeah, vodka tonic," she tells Sam and continues, "I used to be security at The Tunnel. Never really had a f***** problem even with gangs in the area," she explains and then nods to Roberto's long story, "Yeah okay I guess," she tells them, "Still not clear what you want though. You gonna put in a security system or what?" she asks impatiently, "Hey so, you really want me to take these assholes out? Is that what you said?" she wonders skeptically. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will motion towards the waitress for the drink, and says "What I would prefer would be you help us in setting up our security to be able to handle problems gangs, and such as part of, but if you can assist in running the gang out of the area, that would be worth us paying for as well. Ah do not want them killed killing in their way not ours, but making it not worth it to stay in the area for them would be great. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto nods at Sam's words. "If you have advice about the tech or the security measures, that would be appreciated. But your main task here would be provide extra security, make sure no one gets shoot or killed. I am willing to put you in charge of the bouncers if that is what it takes." Then he leans back, and confirms the blonde man's words. "As Sam said, if you can track down and captured the drug-pushers, that would be optimal and we can offer a large bonus for it. Killing would have to be avoided, though, the neighborhood already has a bad reputation. And we want no more trouble with the police or the media." Then amends, "unless it is the only way to prevent another killing, of course." 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson motions to the ceiling, "Yeah okay, I got some ideas. You really need some security shit in here like The Tunnel had," she comments, waving a pointy finger around as if motioning to where she expects the security tech to be. "Yeah yeah, I heard ya. But I could nuke them. Or maybe pay some jackass f**** to give them a message. Or maybe a masked mercenary b&tch could do it," she explains to Sam's and Roberto's questions, then leans back in the booth as she thinks it over. "I'll think about it, no problem," she tells him, "Don't worry." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit to this and says "What type of security are you thinking if ah may ask. We do have metal scanners coming in today, but those can be an issues with some of our clientel 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "Visible cameras? I am not sure. Many mutants do not like to be recorded," comments Roberto. "Although we did talk about using them to prevent underage drinking, didn't we? Doug could code something." He shakes his head to Rose, "no nuking. And no disintegrations either," it needed to be said." A beating... nah, I prefer them to go to jail. Well, perhaps after a beating." 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson smirks a bit, "Yeah I gotcha," she says blandly, "Yeah so, I don't do non-pay consulting, you know. And it's not like auto-protection, you actually need to do some shit here. I know a guy...his name's John Lock and he can maybe train your shit Bouncers to be not-so-shit Bouncers," she explains helpfully, "Training and situational awareness are your friends. Yeah, totally free tip right there," she explains and smiles knowingly. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Some of our bouncers need training, but some are rather well trained, but have little experience in a situation like this. Think more ex military types." He will inform her, but I believe if you have the ability for what we need my brother here, will be willing to pay your prices. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "Bouncers are here to prevent drunken brawls and kick out sexual harassers," comments Roberto. "Not to fight against gangers armed with automatics. They are not bodyguards and they don't even carry handguns." And quite frankly, they are not paid enough to risk their lives. Rose -will- be. She has superpowers and crazy fighting skills then kind no one in the New Mutants has. Even among the X-Men only Wolverine and perhaps Psylocke and X-23 could outfight Rose. "That is why we need you here, and we can offer you a pretty nice contract for a month or two of work." 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson frowns at Roberto and Samuel's responses, "All the best Night Club's have security. And metal detectors. And trained Bouncers who know what the f*** to do in certain situations. So I'm not sure what you mean," she says and shrugs, "Yeah okay fine." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Some of our bouncers are mutants some are human, so each of them bring their own specific skills and abilities to the job. So, as I said metal detectors are on their way, our tech specialist was the one shot, so he will be a bit before he can talk to you, but we will work with what you suggest and get it as best we can. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' "Yes, but this situation is a bit beyond what bouncers can do and more into the territory of what the police should do," insists Roberto. But the police won't help much in Mutant Town, hence a mercenary. "Yes, our techie should be back in a week or two. Meanwhile we will go with the metal detectors and bulletproof glass. And you, if you accept the contract." 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson motions to them, "Well if you want me to do this, the shit I'm telling you is what I need done, otherwise you know," she tells them, "I mean, you say you don't need it but this place is shit, look at it. I'd say you need it. You don't need a mercenary b&tch to go "scare" them," she says and does quote marks with her hands, "You need improvements, okay. Well whatever," she adds and shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises and says "No we are saying we do need the improvements, just saying that some of those here who are already here will have some training beyond what you may think. The place here was originally built by a bit of a party boy before we took over, and Ah have made some upgrades, but obviously more is needed. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto shrugs. He could invest millions in security, but seriously, it is a club in the poorest neighborhood in New York, not Madripoor Hightown or Downtown Metropolis. It was crappy, and if they turn it into Fort Knox it might drive away the locals. "We do need a balance between security and friendliness," he explains, "but again, that is beside the point. This is -not- a normal situation. Armed drug pushers are trying to use the club as a distribution center and we need to stop them. We can implement a more standard security, but it would be useless if they keep coming with guns." 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson shrugs again, "Yeah okay whatever," she says blandly, "If they've got in before with guns and knives and shit, then they're gonna keep trying until they see a normal god damn situation. Well whatever, we'll see who these assholes think they are," she explains, "Anything else?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie gives her the info they know about the gang. Were orange shirts, mostly human, and where they are based out. "They also seem to be not the only one who are dealing the drug in the community, so may need to be prepared for them trying to war over who can sell here. 

:'''{{#var:278|Roberto Da Costa (278)}} has posed:''' Roberto gives Rose a contract. Standard security contract with the usual boring clauses, but with a rather fat paycheck at the end. She might wonder why a club like this can afford such a bill, but if she investigates who is Roberto, she will quickly know. He is one of the richest men in the world. And also a known mutant. 

:'''{{#var:73|Rose Wilson (73)}} has posed:''' Rose Wilson leans forward and looks over the contract blandly, maybe wondering how a crapass (their words) club like this can afford the (in)famous and powerful RAVAGER, "Whatever, okay," she says to the contract and nods. Maybe she's already investigated them. Maybe she's planning something. Maybe not. She swipes her signature, "Later," she says and leaves the construction site. 
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8725/Cleaning out the stalls.

2019-09-14T20:22:46Z

Grizzlar:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/10
|Location=Horse Stables - Xavier's School
|Synopsis==The stalls are cleaned for Dani and Brightwind's return home
|Cast of Characters=1258,8765,1157,248
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is out in hte stables this evening. He is cleaning out the stalls, and putting fresh hay down. Where some might be bothered by the smell or the work, Sam seems at home with the manual labor. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Many hands, it is often said, make light work. So it may be just as well that Sam isn't the only one mucking out stalls this evening. A very bewildered, be-winged young mutant might be espied tending to one of the empty stalls, not seeming to mind the work, either. She doesn't seem to yet take note of anyone else's presence, however. What could have happened? 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will come along to the stall Shannon is working on and seeing as she seems distracted he will smirk a bit and throw bit of hay into the stall, and onto her by "accident". He will be learning against the edge of the stall when she turns to see who did it smirking. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      It actually takes a few seconds for Shannon to realize that something's been thrown on her, and another for her to pluck some of the (hopefully clean) hay out of her hair and wings. She whirls about to try and ascertain the source, not looking mad or even annoyed; it was just one more surprise in her eventful day. "Oh... hey, Sam!" She flicks a bit of the hay back at him, chuckling a little bit. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie did use clean hay in fact most of the bail he got it from is beside her "Hey, what has you out here tonight?" He will ask her. He will step closer and pull a bit of hey from her wings that might be hard for her to reach. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Trying to think straight. Think I just got hit by a freight train." Shannon cracks something of a smile, extending her wings just enough so Sam can reach any hay that might still be stuck in them. "At least something like this is... well, -normal-." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and nods his head a bit and once he has cleaned the hey, he will ask "What happened?" He will ask, and reaching up to a high spot on the wall pulls a stray pegasus feather offering it to her "Yea Normal." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Went down to Salem Center for a little bit... there were a few shops I wanted to check out. Didn't get a chance the last time I was there. Got more than I bargained for." Shannon doesn't quite seem to recognize the feather in Sam's hand as belonging to a pegasus, momentarily mistaking it for one of her own. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will raise a brow and say "Everything ok, no one gave you too much trouble, AH hope." He seems concerned a bit at this. "Do I need to go feed someone some pavement?" He will ask. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Not unless you want to tangle with the Avengers." Shannon pauses, letting that sink in. She's still processing the thoght, ruffling her wings and dislodging a bit more hay from her feathers. "And not only that, but ummmm, well... kind of suck down to the danger room, too." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Well have done it before, and don't think they would have given ya grief. He hmmms a bit and says "Danger room?" He will ask not remembering her to have a session schedueled for today" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon smiles a little sheepishly and nods. "Yeah. I didn't get in by myself, though. It was already open. Ran into Lorna and... I think the name was Kurt?" Pegasus or not, the occupant of the stall definitely left it much in need of a cleaning, with Shannon giving a bit of a stankface look as she starts taking care of what needs to be. "It was Captain Rogers I ran into first. Kind of literally. Had no idea he played guitar. Tony Stark showed up after." Ohhh yeah. That would explain the bewildered look on her face! 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Blue, furry with a tail?" He will ask "Thats Kurt Wagner, Blue furry no tail and about 3 times wider than Kurt is Dr. Henry McCoy." He will offer to help her sort them out." He hmmms a bit and says "I did not know it either, but have only met them a few times myself. Both sem like pretty decent fellows, even if Tony is a wee bit fll of himself." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "Blue, furry, tail, agile as heck." Shannon cracks a bit of a smile, ruffling her wings a little bit. "Yeah, I met Mr. McCoy on my first day here... he's real nice, too." She has to poke her head out of the stall for some slightly fresher air as she hits a particularly ummm, earthy spot. "Gaah... what's this one been eating??" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "If Ah had to guess may have gotten into a patch of wild onions while out in the pasture. You know those will even flavor a cows milk if they get into them. He will be nice though and bring her a clean wheelbarrow and moves to empty hers. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon offers a grateful smile, seeming to somewhat come back to reality for the moment, giving Sam a quick hug. Hey, it didn't hurt, they both already stank of horse leavings anyways. That wheelbarrow doesn't remain empty for very long, with more leavings soon plopped inside to be taken out as soon as reasonably possible. "Yeah, the Captain was pretty laid back, kind of chill. Real nice guy. Tony... real nice, too, but holy shiitake mushrooms, felt like I got hit by a whirlwind by the time he was there and gone again!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hugs her back, and smirks a bit and says "Yea, Ah got that feeling, luckily my billionaire best friend is not quite as whirlwind most of the time. Is he joking, well with some of the other stuff he has said . We had a school BBQ not long ago they both and the wasp were at. Cap borrowed my motorcycle for an event we had. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods a little. "Yeah, I think I remember Kitty or someone else mentioning that at the birthday party my second day here. Didn't think I'd be actually running into them, though." She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Tony actually thought the Captain was trying to recruit me to the Avengers. That's just pure baloney... no way in hell am I anywhere near ready for anything like that!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "And there you show your already getting used to the life." He tells her grinning at her. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon blinks, looking really confused now. "What do you mean, getting used to the life?" She plops a bit of clean hay into Sam's hair, giggling a little bit as she sort of comes back to herself enough to--pun intended--horse around. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie grins at her, and says "You said that you were not ready for it not that it was not something that could not happen. You see the possibility of working with the Avengers with training." He will move the hay piece behind his ear. So, you know where that feather Ah gave ya from right? 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon shrugs, and looks at the feather again. "Looks a bit like one of mine. Not surprised, the way Kurt had me flying and flipping about in the danger room today. Only kind of wondering why just one feather came out instead of a few more." She rolls her eyes, letting out a short, sharp laugh and shaking her head. "They've already got good people there, why would they bother with me? Besides... someone's got to learn to patch you guys up here." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie chuckles and says "Well, Ah think anyone would be happy to have you around, and figured that was a bit big for one of yours, Ah am pretty sure that's one of Brightwings. Kurt is one of the ones who helped me learn how to do some of the flips and turns Ah do, takes a lot of practice but worth it. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon smiles and tucks the feather in behind her ear, resolving to find a place of honor for it somewhere later. "Yeah, it got pretty crazy. He had some sort of circus simulation running, and the door was open. Lorna was in there, too, but she left pretty quickly. Not sure why... hope she's okay." Chuckling she works on filling up the wheelbarrow a bit more, thinking over the whole thing. "I was just happy to watch, but that stinker put the spotlights on me. Next thing you know, he had me flipping and flying around like it was nothing, and we both had a ball." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Kurt grew up in a circus. He has mostly good memories of it Ah think." He will grin a bit and says "You will fill it in the morning, but the more you do them work, the easier it will become, eventually somewhat muscle memory. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      The soft chirping of crickets and the light whirring outside of cicadas creates a peaceful backdrop to the lingering warmth from the sunset, fading into evening's light chill. Shannon nods and chuckles softly in response to Sam. The pair were cleaning out the stables, tending to the chore with good spirits and camradarie. Shannon had a feather tucked away behind one ear, and there was no doubt her clothing would need to be washed afterwards. It seemed likely for the pair, actually. "Yeah, I think after flying around as crazy as I was in there, I'll probably be feeling it. But heck, it was worth it. Really had a blast, more than I thought. Though I could almost cheerfully have smacked Kurt upside the head for turning the spotlights on me at first!" She chortles, and fills up the wheelbarrow a bit more. "Phew. Should track down all the wild onions out there and get rid of them!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie starts spreading fresh hay down into the stall once Shannon has it cleared. They happen to be in the stall next to Brightwind's stall. Sam keeps it ready just in case the pegasus stops in. "Ah am sure if we did it would have some kind of bad effect, something worse would come along or something." He grins over to her, and says "Wait till your having to do all those flips and turn and dodge things being shot at ya. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' There was a sound. Something in the distance. Not the sounds of the city, or a distant aircraft coming in for a landing at the airport several miles away, or the chirping of crickets or cicadas. No, it was the sound of something else. Getting closer now, the "flap, flap, flap" of a very large bird or winged creature was even now reaching their ears. A soft "neigh" also broke the stillness of the night, a familiar sound to those who had heard the sounds of horses on the plains or on a farm. Was it a horse? "Kaaa-thunk. Clop, clop, clop." The sounds of hooves hitting the ground, and an almost sigh of relief as the large, winged horse touches the ground in the sunset, Brightwind's shadow fully illuminated by the light from behind her. On Brightwind's back was the outline of a woman in armor wearing a winged-helm, a familiar sight to those that knew her, gone these many months. Taking off her helmet, she let her long dark hair flow around her, shaking her head, and letting it meld into the now coming darkness of the cool, crisp night. Danielle Moonstar - Dani, had come home. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon laughs, and shakes her head. "I counted myself lucky just to hit the net I was aiming for and come out in one piece. Who are you kidding? Still, it was a blast." She was turning around to take hold of the wheelbarrow out and properly dispose of the ahem, stall leavings.... ...and then there was that sound. So very much like the beating of her own wings in the air, but much, much bigger. Much stronger. There was a neigh, the thudding of hooves, and an unfamiliar silhouette in the entryway. No way. She lets out a soft little meeping sound and folds her own wings around in front of her like a cocoon, ducking back into the stall. "How does the saying go, Sam? Speak of the devil and they show their horns?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look over and at the sound, a large grin will break out on his face, and says "Na, the devil is another of the team." He jokes a bit at her, and says "Welcome home Chief." He will put the pitch fork aside, and walks over offering his hands to help Dani down. Sam smells a bit of the stalls as he has been helping clean them, but that is a smell both he and Dani are used to. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Patting Brightwind's left side of her neck with her free hand, the one not holding the helmet anyway, Dani says something soothingly, a whisper between her and Brightwind. The horse then senses something...BW stomps, snorts, and moves a step back when it senses others in the yard, unfurling it's wings and ready to dart into the air once more. "It is okay Brightwind. I think they are friends." As Sam comes closer, Dani grabs his helping hands, and lets him maneuver her to the ground. Then, she grabs him in a hug. "Sam! It is good to be home." Dani holds him a little "too" tight, not realising her strength. She ignores the smell, looking at the other girl over Sam's shoulder. "Why, hello there." Dani releases Sam. "Why hello." Up. Down. Dani's eyes study Shannon for a moment. "You are new. I am Dani. Nice to meet you...?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon ruffles her wings slightly. Damn it, she was caught again, with no graceful way out of the situation! Sighing softly, she had a funny feeling this was going to be a recurring theme, and perhaps had best start getting used to it. She cracks a smile, tilting her head and taking a few deep breaths to relax somewhat. "Shannon Lance... most just either call me Shannon, or sometimes Nightingale." She offers her hand, reaching through the feathery barrier around her, which does relax somewhat. "Sam's mentioned you... it's nice to finally put a face to the name." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie lifts Dani in the hug not worried if it is a bit tight. He sets her back down pretty soon, and says "Brightwing's stall is all fresh, was jut cleaning all the stalls. Hope your back for a while, there has been a lot going on, could use you to bounce ideas off again." He tells her "Shannon here is the newest student to join us, she is a fan of mythology, told her, if she helped out here she might luck up get to see a real pegasus." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' "Nightingale. That is a very apt name. I like it. Nice to meet you Shannon." AFter letting go of Sam, Dani takes Shannon's hand, and shakes it, firmly. "Oh has he now?" A smirk, and a sideways glance at Sam, and she is beside Shannon looking at Sam. Thank you Sam," Dani's words bespoke her gratitude. Sam would know how much that truly meant to her. Brightwind was her soul-sister. It meant everything to her that he had taken care of Brightwind's home. "I think I am back for good this time. Asgard is...gone." That was all she said. Sadness permeates her every word. Glad that Sam changes the subject, Dani smiles. "Bounce away...and is that right?" A glance, and a subtle smile replaces her sad frown. "Well, Nightingale, would you like to go for a ride sometime? Brightwind doesn't bite...no, wait, she does." A laugh. "Straight out of the mythology books!" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' A bright red blush sets Shannon's face aflame and she shoots Sam a look that could turn one to proverbial ashes. "I did actually like horses before coming here. Just... not something I talk about these days." She leaves the subject there, relaxing her stance and smiling somewhat. "He's not entirely wrong, though, Dani. He did mention the possibility, though it's just... well, just plain out peaceful in here." She's struck to silence as she listens to Dani for a moment. Never mind Brightwind or mythology, or seeing things one thought mere fantasy turned to reality. Grief is grief, an unfortunately universal emotion all seem to experience at some point in their lives. She unfolds her wings just enough to wrap them around Dani and pull her in for a brief hug, if allowed. "I'm so sorry." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles over at Shannon and says "She is a good kid, and makes good cookies." He adds in. He will know Dani is wanting to talk about other things. He will talk to her about Asgard later "Your just back in time to help with Berto's new venture, and maybe come hang out in my club sometime. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' "That is okay." Dani nods in understanding at Shannon's comment. "Horses are amazing." Another nod. "Especially when they have wings." Somehow her helm, which she had in her right hand, had disappeared as Dani now crosses her arms across her chest, and shoots her right hip out to the side in a very Dani-esque pose, as Sam would remember. Was that lecture pose, or something else? Hmmm. "Good cookies hmmm?" Dani's eyes flash amusement, then look back at the "new" mutant. "Thank you Shannon. It was tragic. So much death..." Dani's eyes flash crimson-black for a moment as the air seems to get...cooler? Dani's voice was cold, like an empty grave, giving her a sombre air. Then, the moment was gone. Gasping, Dani says, "I am sorry." Her eyes find Sam, and the anguish there was only there for a split second, and then it was gone. "I don't know what came over me....did you say Roberto has a new venture?" Now it was her turn to change the subject, and fast. Her powers were "wonky" since Ragnarok. Something didn't feel right. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon looks more than a little bit puzzled at Dani, letting her go and stepping back as the chill in the air raises gooseflesh all up and down her arms. The change in her voice, too, was not lost on one with an ear for music, her confusion growing. Wait. Winged helmet... a death-like chill in the air. No way. There was just no way... was there? Her eyebrows shoot upwards; could she be reading this situation correctly? She ducks back into the stall she'd been working on, disliking the feeling of intruding on the moment between Dani and Sam, and busies herself with finishing the task at hand. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie look to Dani, and nods his head a bit "Been out to New Asgard to give Thor a bit of info a while back. We can talk about that later." He says "Berto is starting a mutant friendly corp. Place that hires and helps train mutants to work in legit jobs and helping out mutants in general. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn has finished up some practice drill in the danger room and was eager to try her hand at horse riding..Although she had heard the the stables needed cleaning and they could always use an extra hand. So here she is, eager to help, as long as there is a chance of trying her hand at horse riding later. She flies in from the east, dressed in denim cut-offs, a black T-shirt and a green baseball cap. At least she doesn?t have to worry too much about getting these clothes dirty. "Hey all! Need some help cleaning stables?" she asks cheerfully. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Dani doesn't notice Shannon's reactions at first, feeling something call to her. A clarion call...was there a battle nearby...?...death...that was gone almost as suddenly as it had arrived. Now noticing that Shannon has ducked back into the stall, Dani's frown spoke volumes. "Shannon...it is okay. I..." A pause. "Perhaps I should not have come back." Dani's helm is in her hand once more, and she looks like she was going to move back to Brightwind, who neighs in slight anxiety, stomping a bit, feeling her companion's emotions. Then Dani stops. "Thank you Sam. We can talk about New Asgard later then. That helps. Ah 'berto. Good for him." Deep breath. "Oh, hi there. Sure, I think Shannon could use a hand in there." Dani nods at Megan and points back towards the stable. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon feels a tear spring to her eye; without meaning to, she had royally messed up, and just wished she could reach out to Dani. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong." There's a slight quaver in her voice, the young mutant peeking out around the door to the stall, and then stepping out again. She reaches out to gingerly touch Dani's hand, unable to find the words to express herself. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "You should be back here Dani, this is your home, and you have been missed. We actually got most of the old game around either here or in the area. Doug and Illyana and Ah are all living here at the mansion. Berto is in New York, and Rahne is living in Mutant town. They got me in charge of the new mutants and helping plan out their classes and such." He looks over to Shannon and says "Shannon, Dani has a few unique abilities, that it would seem she is still getting used to, but Dani would never harm one of the students here. She was co leader with me for most of our time here." 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn blinks slowly, peering between the three of them. "Oh wow, did I come at an awkward time or what?"she arches a brow as she notices Shannon's anxiety and Dani's feeling like she should leave. Then she notices the beautiful Pegasus. "Heey is that a pegasus? for real?. She's sooo beautiful!" she peers admiringly at the Pegasus But is hesitant to touch her without permission. 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' With a sideways glance at Shannon, Dani smiles ever so subtley. "No, of course not, my Nightingale! You did nothing wrong." The touch was kind and soothing. "Thank you." Dani supresses her psychic powers, not wanting the touch that Shannon gave her to go deeper. That was a challenge in and of itself. Sam's words are like a cold compress on a feverish face. Nodding in appreciation, Dani sighs, and says, "Thank you Sam. It is good to be home. I am glad you are here. I am glad you are running the team. I am...sorry I was gone. You are right. This is my home." A deep breath later, and Dani shakes her head. "No. Awkward is always surrounding us I think...so you'll fit right in. I'm Dani." Dani looks at Megan for a second, and then Brightwind. "That...is Brightwind." The "pegasus". "Go ahead. He won't bite..." Dani smiles behind her left hand, and sends to Brightwind to allow Megan to touch her. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, a bit of her own smile returning. She lowers her hand, staying by Sam and Dani, as Megan approaches Brightwind. She'd have a chance soon enough, perhaps. "Yes, this is home. And Sam's got a huge heart, with moxie to match. Probably one of the kindest I've met since coming here, though everyone's been incredible. Even Negasonic, in her way." She smiles a bit sheepishly. "It makes it easy to slip up and not think about how it is just... getting used to things." No, she was definitely not afraid, that much seemed sure. She wasn't looking for the exit, nor were her wings forming a protective cocoon any longer. Instead, she tilts her head, watching the exchange between the rather imposing pegasus, and the pixie-like girl approaching him. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well now that your back, we will have to catch ya up. Maybe will get Shannon to help me make some of ma's chicken for ya tomorrow. He will tell Dani. Had a few issues could use hep with most current is Sentinels are back, and looks like Magneto is ready to drop part of genosha on them on US soil. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smiles, "Nice to meet you n person, Miss Moonstar." she glances at bright wind, "Ooh age? Sorry my bad. May I let him? I had heard stories of you and your Pegasus but never seen him for real.." 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' Nodding, Dani agrees with Shannon as she speaks about Sam, and then looks at her quizzically for a moment. "Negasonic? Really? That's...good. Yeah...he's got a big heart, doesn't he?" Dani turns back to Sam, and actually smiles. A real one. "Oh! That would be nice! I love that chicken soup." "Nice to meet you as well." Dani says to Pixie. Brightwind prances a bit, right foot forward, and watches Pixie out of his right eye, very carefully. Sensing that Dani is okay with it, Brightwind allows Pixie to touch him, with a soft "pppbbbtppp" out of his mouth, a sound of acceptance. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon chuckles softly, and nods. Her cheeks go rosy pink and she doesn't quite look at Sam, though. "Sure, we could work on that chicken, maybe I could make those baked potato wedges or even those potato skins olé to go with it." She glances over at Dani and smiles. "Do you have any favorite kinds of food maybe I could learn to make for you?" She looks over at Megan and Brightwind, smiling to herself. "He's really something. You lucky, Megan!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will move back beside Dani and put his arm across her shoulders "We could always head down the road for burgers fries and chawk awk shakes." He says the last the way bird brain did when they watched after him. "Heck, I will even carry ya so Brightwind can have a break. Will even try to go slwo enough so these two can keep up." He motions towards Shannon and Megan, teasing the two a bit. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn ooohs and skips over to Brightwind, petting him gently on the nuzzle. "He's sooo beautiful! Are there others like him? Can I have one too?" her wings glow bright pink, fluttering quickly. When Sam challenges her, she makes a face. "Oooh, you"re gonna carry her? That's sooo romantic! I mean we'love totally beat you though, yannow?" she grins, "But I accept your challenge! How about it, Shannon?" 

:'''{{#var:1157|Dani Moonstar (1157)}} has posed:''' As Shannon chuckles and speaks, something wonderful happens. Dani...relaxes. Her shoulders lose some of the tension in them. Her eyes stop squinting. The helmet disappears once more. While watching Pixie and Brightwind, and hearing Sam's banter, Dani allows herself to actually relax. "Thank you Sam. Better than Uber. I miss the burgers and fries here..." It was good to be home. Looking back to Shannon, Dani hmms. "Well...I have a few. My Grandfather..." Dani's voice's tone reflects a good memory, of nostalgia, "...made an amazing Blueberry pie. Can you do that?" Dani looks at Shannon, hopefully. Brightwind doesn't move, a silent picture out of myth and legend. Pixie's touch is accepted, and his slightly hot-to-the-touch flesh was soft and just a touch damp from the long flight that Dani and Brightwind had just taken, from another Realm. "He's unique Megan. There are no others like him." Dani says, almost sadly, "He's the last." She moves forward, and moves to escort him into the stables, with affection. Brightwind nuzzles her, and goes where she leads. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' There's a pang of something, that dims Shannon's smile slightly as she listens to Sam and Dani. But she says nothing on the matter, instead focusing on something comforting and familiar. "It might not be -his- blueberry pie, but I could make a pretty decent one. Just be glad you never tasted my first attempt as a child." She rolls her eyes, turning away to hide her expression even as she laughs. "I forgot the lemon juice and it ruined the filling." She glances at Megan and shrugs. "I know better than to race Sam, even if he slows down." This just wasn't her day, was it? 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie grins and says "We can take it leasurely if you want to just go and grab some food. Dani aint the one I have carried the most, but there have been plenty of times. Believe it or not I think Illyana was the one I carried the most often. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smirks at Shannon, "Come on, have a little faith in yourself. We can beat him!" she at least does not lack in confidence. As Dani leads Brightmoon away, she waves to them both. "Well, she seems nice. Are you two...Together?" yup, blunt and to the point. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' The look that Shannon shoots Megan to that blunt question could strike one down in an instant. She says nothing on the subject, however, instead shrugging. "If he keeps his speed down, we might be able to. You better than me, you fly about twice as fast as I do at my top speed. Going to have to train some more on that." Her voice, though cordial, has taken on a chill, and an aching tremor underlying her words. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Me, and Dani? Na, we just old friends. Ah have known her as long as I have known Rahne, Doug and Berto. We all started out here together. Well Doug was like a month or two in but still, they are all my class of new mutants. 

:'''{{#var:248|Megan Gwynn (248)}} has posed:''' Megan Gwynn smiles and nods to Sam, glancing over at Shannon and wriggling her brows almost conspiratorially. "Just friends huh. Well that's nice.." she quietly elbows Shannon as she says that before leaping into the sky. "Well I'm not gonna lose to you two, if you're up for a challenge, let's have a race!" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Yeah, the chill in Shannon's eyes and voice fades just as quickly as it came, melted away by the bright red suffusing her entire face in the space of a few heartbeats. She actually manages to laugh, just shaking her head a little bit. "She's nuts. Completely nuts." She calls out to Megan as she leaps into the sky, "It's not lack of confidence, it's pure and simple fact, but if you ever want to put that to the test, we'll race. Loser gets dishes duty for the day!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "I'll give her a bit of a head start, and then will get us some burgers waiting when she gets there." He teases a bit and looks over to Shannon "Did Dani and I look like a couple?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods a little. "Yeah, you kind of did." She sighs a little bit and shrugs, smiling some. "None of my business if you are, but still..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Na, actually never dated any of the girls in my class of new mutants. Dani and I were co leaders though so that might be what it was old married couple symptoms maybe. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon rolls her eyes and chuckles. "I've never dated. Period. Or any of that other stuff." She looks back at Brightwind's stall and smiles some. "Think I should have spoken up? I mean... I wanted to get to know Dani just to know -her- first." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Pretty sure he would be ok with you petting him too. She did offer to take ya for a ride after all." He tells her "Brightwind is a pretty good judge of character as well."" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods, and smiles, ducking her head. "First day I got here, miss Munroe cut right past all the other stuff, and just wanted to know the person behind the gifts and the wings. Something like that kind of sticks with you, ya know? Guess that's what I was trying to give to Dani, too." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "It is a good thing get to know the person. Dani has had a lot of changes in her life, but the becoming a valkyrie was a big change for her, and seems things have gotten a bit more hectic over the last year or so. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon lets out a deep sigh, running her fingers through her hair. "So I -was- reading that right. The winged helmet, the chill in the air... one of the few things I remember about Norse mythology is Valkyries as 'choosers of the slain'." She tilts her head and just smiles. "I wasn't afraid of it, though, not in the least. Don't forget, my dad's an undertaker. Death doesn't frighten me the same way it might some people." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit and says "Yea, part of her job in asgard was to lead the dead to valhalla " He hmms thinking about something Dani said. "She has always been a strong woman and when she saved Brightwind, and he chose her. She gained a whole new responsibility that she had to figure out. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods. "Guess I can relate to that a little bit. She's got a whole bunch of things she's figuring out, and so do I. But at least none of us have to do that alone." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and nods his head a bit to this and says "Yup. At times we may forget it but we know down deep that we have our friends and family here to help us. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon smiles a bit and hugs Sam for just a moment, wrapping her wings around him as well. "Yeah we do. Come on, let's go get that burger... I still don't know the best places around here for that! And if I wind up running into the Captain and Mr. Stark again, I don't want to look like a total idiot!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and scoops her up in his arms "Keep your wings tucked in tight." And once she is ready off they go at Sam speed. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Okay, maybe this wasn't such a bad day after all! Shannon bursts out laughing, keeping her wings drawn in tightly, holding on for dear life as off they go at mach speed with their hair on fire! 
}}

8960/New Clothes for the Southern.

2019-09-14T20:19:54Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/08/26
|Location=Ivory's Shop
|Synopsis=Sam meets Ivory and orders some shirts
|Cast of Characters=8808,1258
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' There's a little boutique close to Mutant town. It has changed hands more often than some people change their wardrobe, often catering one brand for some week or two only before the current holder is bancrupt or out of stock and the next moves in. As a result, the decor is rather scarse, a counter, some racks, and the walls still bear signs of the tags used to decorate by the last owner when the door once again opened a week or two ago. The back wall though got repainted, someone paining a white persian cat face to it in 6 feet size, looking at the people passing by the store. On the displays, the stuff is neatly sorted and folded. Pullovers, T-shirts, trousers... but there is no divide between men's and women's clothing, there is no indicator about gender at all, only a little note on the counter asking to be polite and mind the cat. Which incidentally loungues in the window, next to one of the puppets. A white persian cat sunbathing... or guarding the store? 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the place. He has walked by it a few times. He will look around the area, and seeing the cat, he will put his hand near it to see if it is ok with him petting it, while looking about the place "Hey Kitty." he says to the cat 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' The cat turns the head at the sound of the door, those eyes looking unblinkingly at Samuel. Deep emerald green. The nose twitches a moment, the ears focus on him, then the back of the shop. A moment later the cat gets up moving to the back, the entry to the staff area hidden from the obvious view by a divider in front of it - and no door. A moment or two later, a voice comes from behind, the words a little muffled as they work on the seat of their scarf, and then Ivory comes to the front. "Sorry to have you wait, sorry, I was caught in paperwork..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie seems a little disappointed he did not get to pet cat "No problem, Ah was walking by and saw that a new shop here has opened, so Ah thought Ah would check it out and see what was what." He offers a smile and seems relaxed. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' Ivory smiles as they slip behind the counter, pointing around. "Well, I got what I have in stock. The T-shirts seem rather popular since I opened. My cat's a little finnicky about people at times, but that's the cat way, isn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Most of them yes, can only think of one right off my head who was super friendly from the get go, and that was more towards my friend. So, are you making the shirts from scratch, or are you adding patterns and prints on them?" He will ask picking one up looking over it. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' "Sounds like your friend is a cat person. My stock depends a little. I do make stuff myself, like the pullovers with the embroidery, but the Converse I order white and draw on them." Ivory points to the rack that has a couple of those cloth shoes lined up, all of them uniques. "And then the T-shirts... well, those I order and add the print myself, but that's because I can't make enough of them if I would sew them from scratch. If you need something in a special size though I could do it." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit to this says "Do you do anything with wolves by any chance?" He will ask the man, as he continues looking through the different stuff he has made. He will pick out a couple shirts he thinks his little brothers or sisters might like. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' "Wolves, hm? Not curently but if it's just a print T-Shirt, I can do it. Like, do the art and then print it. Would take some time to draw though. Or if you have a picture I can make you the print in a couple minutes." Ivory answers, the voice having changed a tiny bit, sounding rather feminine. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Could ya do a brown wolf and a native american woman, riding a pegasus?" He will ask looking Ivory over, and says "Ah know it is a bit odd, but I could use two of those. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' Ivory chuckles, reaching under the counter for a sketchbook and a pencil, opening it to start scribbling away, taking notes first. "A specific woman? And what kind of color Pegasus are we talking about? Partnerlook is nothing new and odd." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "Partnerlook?" He will ask not knowing the term. He will pull his wallet out and pulls out a group picture of him and friends in normal clothes, and shows the man "This girl here." He points to Dani Moonstar. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' "Well, you and them in the same shirt. Partners." Ivory notes, eying the picture carefully before doing a quick sketch of her facial features, then taking some more notes about height and then adding more to the figure. "She's cute. Gentle cheeks, slender, a modeling figure. What about other details? Like Birth of Venus clothing or more Pocahontas style..." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "Birth of Venus clothing? Sorry if Ah sound a bit of a rube. "Something like she is wearing in the picture, " He hmms a bit in though and says "Maybe yellow and black color scheme on the clothes if you can make it look right. Think the two shirts will need to be black. " He hmms and says "Should I get two girls mediums or a small and a medium." He will look at the girl shirts, and trie to judge what size Rahne would wear. 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' Ivory Valentine chuckles a little, pointing him to a stack of slimmer cut shirts. "I don't do girls or boys labels here, but I know what sizing you mean. I think that stack over there might fir. Something modern, gotcha. What color the Pegasus? Classic white or modern artistic black or something unusual like a brown one or a sorrel?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Very classic white, noble, strong maybe a bit head strong." He chuckles a bit to himself, and says "The shirts are for a couple of my friends, I think they would both get a kick out of them." 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' Nodding, the pencil starts to scratch over a blank page, starting to fill it in slowly. "Both on the photo? I'd get a medium for the one you want to have on it." They scribble and sketch, a rough outline appearing of the rider, then the Pegasus, then the pencil stops. "Hmmm, where to put the wolf... running along? Riding with them? In her arms?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Running along, sotra like they are enjoying a run as a group on a nice night. The wolf on the group and woman atop the pegasus 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' With another few nods, the sketch gets altered, worked on, the wolf added, then a rough shape of a moon behind. It's really just a twenty minute scribble for now all grey and white from pencil, before she turns it to Sam. "Like this somehow?" they ask, putting the graphite aside, the fingertips showing a stain of it. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and looks at it and nods his head a bit to this and says "Yea, I think they will like that, how much would the two shirts be and how long would it take? 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' "Well, To make the sketch all to a picture would take a couple hours... let's sa 50 for the pic, you can have it framed afterwards and 20 per shirt. I know, 90 bucks is a lot of money for a youth, but it's custom." Ivory notes, eying over to her calender. "I think Wednesday would be good to pick them up, unless something big comes in. You have a number to call in case of hiccups?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will set out a couple more early teen sized shirts he picked out as well. "How much for these also?" He will pull out his wallet, and pulls out a card for Club Evolution "Mind if I borrow your pencile? 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' Ivory pushes the pencil over as she goes about to ring up the shirts he has put on the table, using a rather old mechanical cashier that rings and has the numbers move up and down with each number put in. "I don't mind. Anything else? Do you need bag?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will write his number for his cell phone on it, and says "Yea, probably best to have something to carry them in." He offers her back the pencil and card while he pays for the shirts and the ones to be made 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' Ivory is quick to put the stuff into a paper bag properly folded, making sure the cats on the shirts are not crincled up as she hands it over, booking the payment into the register. "I will call you about the special order by wednesday," they answer picking up the card to scan for a name a moment before adding "Samuel." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie offers a smile and nods to he r"And your name if I may ask?" 

:'''{{#var:8808|Ivory Valentine (8808)}} has posed:''' "Ivory," they answer with a smile, tucking the card into the register. "So we'll see on Wednesday Or want to come in to look at the picture tomorrow?? 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "Ah should be able to stop in tomorrow, the club is not to far from here." He will offer a hand "A pleasure meeting you Ivory."" 
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9038/A Night at the club.

2019-09-14T20:19:07Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/09/02
|Location=Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
|Synopsis=Sam and Rahne make a new friend?
|Cast of Characters=1258,8680,1251
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is sitting at the bar. The place has a decent crowd, and tonight is open mic night. there is a band playing some metal currently, mixed humans and mutants, and Sam seems to be wearing one of their T-shirts tongiht. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' A new club was a curiousity enough to have Rave out and about. It -was- her sort of thing, be it for performing or indulging after all. Dressed in her skirt, her tank top and that half-jacket finished off with her knee-high boots and her neon-blue hair tied back, she didn't exactly look like she was dressed for running. But that was fine, the speedster -was- dressed for a night out...and what really was the difference between a mutant and a metahuman anyway? 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and does notice the new face. He will offer a nod in greeting. The man seems to be enjoying the music and does have the prime corner seat at the bar. his drink looks to be a soda, so not to crazy tonight perhaps. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' The advantages of Rave's abilities? She got to drink in the suroundings in full. From the movement of the people to the beat of the music. Of course, she does spot Sam's look her way that draws her faintly luminescent irises towards him, but she simply returns the nod with a smile and makes her way forwards towards the bar. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie seems to be relaxed, and as the band finishes he claps, and reaches over to a tablet looks at it, and with a touch of touch of a button, the DJ names the next band to play, but will be playing a couple songs while the bands change out. Once the woman gets to the bar, he will offer a "Hello Miss." 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' Quick to lounge against the bar, Rave signals for attention and to order herself something when the tender gets her way. 'Something sweet and bright' being all the frustratingly vague description she'd given. But half the fun was seeing what she might find. Approached by Sam, she looks up again and gives a little flash of a smile. "Hey there. You one of the staff here, or a supporter?" she questions, gesturing to his shirt with a chuckle. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well you could say a bit of both. Ah'm Sam." He says to introduce himself offer a hand in greeting "I run the place here and like to see the new bands and folks making a bit of a name of themselves. Trying to get some of the local music out amongst the people. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' "Rave," the girl greets back, but there's no pause to really see if he recognized her. If the club as newer and he hadn't picked her from the crowd then the club owner probably wasn't one of her fans. To be fair, she'd only recently gained the draw of her publicly emerged powers to add to her following. "Seems a nice enough place, and being in the middle of 'Mutant Town' helps too. I suppose folks around here don't always have the means or the mood to party, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and the club is not the newest but Sam's only been running it a few months not. "Not always, but we try to help out hiring locally, and giving people a place they can come and not be stared at cause they have blue fur, an extra arm, bat ears or what ever. Well bat ears gets an occasional extra look but I think it is more for the hello kitty ear plugs he wears to bring things to a normal level for him. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Out front, Wolfsbane is trying that Security thing Sam had talked to her about. In the wake of the trouble with the New Hope Gang, which Doug...took care of in a sense, things have also settled down with the whole hit list many of the people trying to stop the spread of Hook had ended up on. More than that, Rahne just started to feel like she could safely go out again as herself. As such, she's tried to put her particular set of skills to use in helping keep troublemakers and bad things out of the club. Already, a few people with some drugs they wished to sneak inside with have been turned away. An impressive feat considering it comes from a short wolfen mutant wearing a 'Security' shirt for Evolution. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' That earns a giggle, Rave nodding her head and then finally leaning back to retrieve her offered drink. Fruity! It'll do the trick quite nicely! "I imagine so. I suppose some people got off lighter than others. The occasional glowing or super-strength isn't quite the same as some of the rougher things some people deal with." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Tis true, like myself, none know I am a mutant unless I am using my powers." He admits. He takes a sip from his drink and says "Rave is an interesting name, name you took yourself after your abilities manifested? 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Soon, Wolfsbane is relieved from her time at the door. Rather than staying dressed the way she is, she passes into the club en route toward the back, so she might change. It's hard to miss her, even in a place like this, even with others who look visibly different. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane is glimpsed by Rave, after all the girl herself stands out wearing the security shirt when most of the types who wear the same are a little more on the bulky side. Giving a little nod, the woman looks back towards Sam with a shrug. "I suppose so. As much a stage name as anything. Certainly more 'me' than 'Naria' anyway. Don't you think?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie shrugs a bit and says "Well names can be important as you find yourself, but it is more the person making the name than the name making the person. If a new name makes you feel more where you can be who ya feel ya should be it is good, but make sure you use it as a tool and not a defining purpose. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane continues along, her path leading her toward the door meant for staff. A glance is taken toward the area Sam and Rave are at, but she doesn't change course. Seems she'd rather be out of the 'uniform' and into something she's more comfortable with. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over offering a wave to WB. He will motion towards a drink to sk her if she wants one waiting on her way out. 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane returns a shake of the head, passing through the doorway to disappear for at least a few minutes, though a second glance is had toward the pair first. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will look at the tablet in hand, and the new band is up. They are set for 5 or 6 songs, depending how they are doing. He will motion over to the bartender and a bowl of the snack mix will be brought over to them. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' "I suppose you're right but...yeah. In the end the best part about it is picking for myself." Rave muses with a grin before glancing towards the stage. The band didn't seem bad, although there was a little competitive sting to her thoughts. Next time, she'd have to bring along some of her own music to try out. Wolfsbane's fidgeting adn headshake earns a raise of a blue brow before she glances back to Sam. "That your sweetheart, or are you offering all your employees drinks?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "Friend like a sister to me. We have known one another for ever and someone I trust alot. He notices the look and asks "So you a musician or what if Ah may ask? 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' Now that was a topic to get the 'bluenette's attention. "Singer, music maker, occasional DJ," Rave lists off, counting on her fingers and then giving a little chuckle. "Not every gift needs to be quite as dramatic as laser lights and all that, but y'know." She nods to his explaination, shifting a little in her seat and then looking towards the dancefloor. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Have to show me what you have sometime?" He notices her looking at the dance floor "Care to dance?" 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' A chuckle comes, Rave makes a small circular motion with one of her hands and a faint glowing 'band' of light takes form aroun her wrist, much like a 'glo-bracelet' one might wear to her namesake. His suggestion earns a shrug as she's already moving, drink apparently forgotten. "Sure. Think you can keep up?" she calls back, offering a wink before she moves into the fray and begins to move to the music with all the grace and ease of a keen clubber. The girl sure knew how to dance! 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Wolfsbane leaves the staff area after having changed back into her more normal clothing, definitely not what others would recognize her in as being an employee of Evolution, part-time or otherwise, but by the time she's returned to the main floor the spot she looks two toward the bar is now vacated. The wolfen mutant's eyes wander the room, a hand rubbing one of her ears. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and follows her out here. Maybe it is the fact he sees folks doing the dances here or maybe it is the years he and his friends had to take dance, but as the music hits him, he is busting a movie, and the boy can dance. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' Into the mix, Rave had moved, dancing and practically laying claim to the space in confidence and grace alone. There was a glow to her, literal it seemed. The light itself seemed pulled to her bright blue locks and span about her, but then there was no reason to reign herself in when she was here in a mutant club. Dilated time simply meant she got to see it all, reactions from the crowd, the sight of others around her moving and even every movement of Samuel and Wolfsbane alike. She could enjoy every last bit of it! 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' There is some sense fo confusion in the Scottish one's expression, then her eyes are drawn toward something about the one dancing opposite Sam. It's Rave, glowing in some way, or at least the light reacting differently around her than others. Odd, perhaps, but she steers clear of the dance floor. Instead, she goes over for something to drink. A glass of water. Taking a seat there, a hand rests against the counter and her fingers drum against it slowly. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie dances with her, smiling as he notices the colors and things about her. Her powers does not seem to bother him. He will show quite a few nice moves, and after the dance will say "A nother drink?" 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:'''      "Your friend is the lonely sort?" Rave muses, questioning as she continues to move. It was pretty clear she love her dancing, loved the music, loved the feel of it all. But that didn't stop her from noticing Wolfsbane keeping to herself. "Or not much of a dancer?" When the drink offer comes? She shrugs her shoulders. Why not? 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' The answers to Rave's questions could be complicated. What answers will Sam give her? What might Wolfsbane say if asked? For now she is silent, considering the glass of water, nursing it for a few seconds the way someone who was trying to stretch out an alcoholic drink might, then she shifts course to down it in one sip. Partial attention remains on the two. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Na, she just is a quiet one, she can dance probably one of the better people in the place, but she is a little shy. Sweetest person you will ever meet though. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' "I suppose there's two types of people then, those that party after work and those that don't want to because they were working." Rave muses aloud, making to approach the bar once more and nodding her head to same. "Shame, but fair enough I suppose." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' Sam knows enough about Rahne to understand whether she's the partying type or not. With her refraining from joining them to dance, Rave might be able to guess. The question is more in what Wolfsbane heard them discussing, even if there are many other sounds within the place. She slides the empty glass back over for a refill, then sips from it this time around. As soon as they're both close enough, she speaks up. "I turned away three people wi' heroin an' another who was trying tae sneak in some booze, Sam. None o' them gave me any trouble." A side benefit of being what she is, evidently. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and nods his head. He gives Rahne a one armed hug and says "This is Rahne, one of my best security personal, and one of my best friends ever. ahne this is Rave, I believe she may come by on our next open mic night/ 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' "Heroin?" Rave repeats, blinking a little and shaking her head. "Makes for a stupid night on the club. But then, some folks are a little crazy..." A shake of her head, she's left to reach up and swipe a bright blue lock from her eyes. Sam's additional content has her smirking, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe, but I'd hate to scare folks off. Tough act to follow and all..." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "Sam asked me tae..use muh talents tae help keep th' place clean," Wolfsbane explains, cradling the glass of water between claw-tipped fingers. "There's often someone trying tae bring trouble by, but a' least it seems like Hook is on th' decline. I've no' sniffed any o' it oot lately." The hug is returned, if a little mildly. Might be one of those somewhat quiet nights for her in spite of the setting. "But it's nice tae meet ye." Any smiles are fleeting. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "We have had some trouble but making sure things are better now. Also if your good we do get some big names on occasion you might be able to open for as well. 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' "Well, at least it doesn't seem like anyone has come in here kicking down the door lookin' to cause trouble or pick a fight." Rave muses, tilting her head before crossing her arms under her bust. Her drink was forgotten from before, probably for the best anyway. A little chuckle comes for Sam's comment and she shrugs. "I got an offer for a club elsewhere now and then, we'll see how time allows. Huh? You can decide if I'm good enough some time yourself." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' If anything, Wolfsbane just doesn't look all that..happy to be here. Could that be the trouble? It may be hinted at at she says, "Sam, I'm no' gaunae stick around much longer. I'm just feeling like going back tae muh apartment an' curling up in muh bed for a while. It looks like th' two o' ye are in good shape here, though. Ye both looked, ah, ye know..good oot there." She nods in the direction of the dance floor, where others have filled in the space Sam and Rave left behind like they were never there. "I apologize if I'm sounding like a wet blanket." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over to Rahne and nods his head a bit to this and says "Well you need anything call me, miss getting to spend time carrot top." H looks over to Rave, and says "so you have some contact information about how Ah might be able to contact you? 

:'''{{#var:8680|Rave (8680)}} has posed:''' A nod, a shrug of Rave's shoulders. "Well. You can find me online, on social media and such. Even got an- Oh! Almost forgot!" The blue-haired speedster grins, pausing to fish into her jacket and retrieve her smartphone, taking a selfie in a smooth turning motion and catching the dance-floor in the shot before she tucks the phone away. "You'll find me." With one last wave as Sam turns away, the girl turns back to Rahne and gives a little grin. "So...how about a drink then? Might help your mood." 

:'''{{#var:1251|Wolfsbane (1251)}} has posed:''' "Ahh..if it's water or juice," Wolfsbane replies after a short nod to Sam. "So do I, an' I'm trying tae be around here a bit more noo tha' some things are settling back doon." But, Rave might figure out the furred mutant is not one for a strong drink, noted by the glass of water that lacks any sort of aroma whatsoever beyond perhaps a bit of lemon. 
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9171/Xaviers called in about Samuel Morgan by shield

2019-09-14T20:18:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Samuel Morgan's deprogramming from HYDRA's wicked ways has been a long road, an arduous journey, but the young man has reached a place now where SHIELD is comfortable trying to reintegrate him into society... so long as he's not simply set free and instead given a guiding hand to a trusted location. So as things do, they boiled down and they boiled down to Charles Xavier's school. Lara Croft, had spent a semester teaching there a couple years ago after sustaining an injury while on an expedition (still has the sabretooth tiger claw scars down her back! ouch!). Charles Xavier had invited Lara to teach at his school and she'd taken time off of her SHIELD active duty to recover. So now naturally she's a liason between SHIELD and the school for wayward mutants and now naturally... she's the one they called on this transfer of Mr. Morgan into the X-School's custody and care. Location: A conference room, Samuel Morgan had been brought to it where he'd been introduced to Lara. She'd smiled to him and spent a few moments talking to him, telling him about herself and letting him know that she's proud of how far he's come in his rehab process. Its not long there-after that Doug and Samuel (the other one) will be brought to the room to be introduced to Samuel (the original one) here-in. Lara, seated at the table, wearing a dark SHIELD jacket and a tank top beneath it, some simple slacks and shoes. "Mister Morgan, SHIELD has decided that your progress has gone far enough ahead that we can release you to some trusted individuals that will help you readjust toward a normal life, one not in..." She nods toward him. "Handcuffs." Lara stand sthen and reaches for her keys. "Let me take those off you, actually." She steps around the table and walks toward him, keys jingling in her hands. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     It's been a long road, a long time questioning everything he ever knew and had ever been taught. How do you deal with it when your entire life turns out to have been a preparation to become a tool for evil? For the longest time, Sam had no idea. No idea how to become something other than himself, or how to make amends for the evil he had done. When he finally began to talk, it was always with a view to mitigating at least some of the pain he had caused, and never for any personal gain.     Days became weeks, became months... became years. He had not been a model prisoner. At least, not until fairly recently. It is said that in a cell, your greatest fear is when the door opens unexpectedly. So when he was called from his daily gym session straight to the interview room rather than his cell, Sam knew full well that something was going to be wrong.     Wrong turned out to be Agent Croft.     Now, seated in the almost entirely non-descript conference room, the young man... the teenager, sits as straight as he can, his handcuffed hands on the table in front of him. At least he turned out smartly, with a new pair of shoes that almost fit him just right. He obstinately chose the seat facing the door, his back to a solid wall, eyes scanning the room over and over.     "Thank you, Agent Croft." It's the first words he's spoken since coming through the door, and he obediently holds up his hands to be released. That, at least, will tell him something. Is he actually going to be... released? Unthinkable. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie was a bit surprised he was one of the ones who was taped for this but with leading and watching the New Mutants it makes sense. Rogue had driven him and Doug here and now. Sam walks along into the rom with his friend. He is wearing a black suit and tie. He wanted to fit in, and maybe saw a bit to much MIB and James Bond, but at least he aint wearing a tux, and has the sunglasses in his pocket. He will look to the woman, and the young man as he comes in and says "Hello, Ah am Samuel Guthrie, and this is Douglas Ramsey, we are here as representatives of Charles Xavier's School for gifted youngsters." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug is neatly dressed, in a blazer and a blue bowtie. After entering the room, he stands politely. "Hello, Samuel." He says, "...Would you prefer to be called Samuel or Sam? My name is Doug." He walks around the table and has a seat, and he says, "And I was sent along because my Mutant abilities would allow me to assess you without being mentally intrusive, as there was some concern after everything that's happened to you you'd find examination from a telepath -- invasive." He rests his hands on the table. "The gentleman on my heels is Sam. Sam is *my*... call him my superior, or my supervisor." He beams at Lara. "Agent Croft." Then he adds, "As he said, Sam and I are both students of a man named Charles Xavier. ...Are you familiar with his work?" 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Once Lara has Samuel's handcuffs off she pulls them away and tosses them onto the table with a clatter, then she reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out an unopened bottle of water she'd gotten out of the vending machine before she'd come down here herself. She offers it to Samuel by setting it down in front of him. "Here, if you'd like it." She says to the young man with a small smile before the door opens and the others join then. Lara moves toward them then and stands before them, she gives them both a look and a nod. "Hello, yes." A glance back to Samuel as they make introductions known and she chimes in again. "I worked at Charles Xavier's school, I enjoyed every minute of it there. Its a wonderful place, truly." The British woman states. "We're going to be releasing you into their custody here today, Mister Morgan." Lara tells him then as she steps to the side of the table then. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Rubbing his wrists, Sam gives Lara a nod that could almost be described as grateful. The bottle gets a careful glance, and then the boy takes it, running his fingers around the seal to make sure it's intact.     The very second that the door opens, Sam tenses. His now free hands come to rest on the table, and he stands with deliberate care, slowing himself down so as not to appear to suddenly spring out of his seat the moment the door opens. That would be Bad. Unexpected moves around unknown agents is a sure route to a tasering, a lesson learned the hard way.     "Sir! Morgan, Samuel Able, at your disposal, Sir!" Yes, he's standing ramrod straight, looking directly ahead, at a point... well, roughly ten miles distant and just over Sam Guthrie's shoulder. "Sir, I am not familiar with the work of Charles Xavier, sir." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms a bit at the young man's reactions and says "Please you can stay seated, and you can call me Sam, or if you must have formality Mr. Guthrie." He will offer a smile, and says "Not many know about Charles Xavier, but the man has started a school teaching." He will pause looking over to Lara, but she taught there, so any bugs here probably already know what he is fixing to say. "Teaching mutants how to use their abilities, and hopefully when to use them as well. We are a real boarding school, and you will have normal school classes, but classes teaching you to use your abilities so you do not harm others or yourself with them. We represent a dream that mankind and mutant kind can work and live together in peace, and we work to help young mutants find their paths and who they fit in there. Normally if you do not feel you fit in your free to leave, but I assume that might be slightly different since you are being brought to us by Shield." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "We're not soldiers, Samuel. Not today at least. At ease." Doug says. "You'll be free to conduct yourself there as you like, within the parameters of the schol's rules." He quietly makes notes in a ciphered language on a tablet, tapping them out with a finger. "You are, as we like to say, a free man. From here on out your life belongs to you, or whatever cause you choose to devote it to." He holds up the tablet. "If you'd like to look, I put together a slide show with some short videos of the school and what you can expect. None of these have been doctored in any way." He lets Samuel push play if he chooses. "More to the point, we believe that no one is any more or less of a person than anyone else... we live that belief." Then he adds, "And we're here to answer any questions you might have." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' There is not a lot for Lara to say at this juncture. Doug and Sam G had been already through the paperwork outside to finish up the release portion of this interaction, Sam M was ready to go, but the introductions and informtion needed to be swapped to be certain. Lara smiles to Sam G when he mentions mutants, she's all too aware of it. She nods once toward him and the other, Doug. "You'll have to give my regards to Ellie Phimister, if she's still at the school. One of my students that I very much do miss." Negasonic and Lara had shared stories a number of times, Ellie had seemed to be enthralled by the adventures Lara has embarked upon. But, many of the students had been, how often do you have a teacher who has a movie about her life, and a video game? The Agent steps around to the original chair she'd been seated in and places her hands on the back of it, a folder resting on the table in front of it with Sam M's file in it. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     As the explanations begin, Sam relaxes fractionally at the permission to sit. He even does so, slowly, keeping his eyes on the two visitors, studying them keenly. He'd been aware of an anomaly, an itch in the back of his mind for a while... and it's not until Doug presents the tablet that he finally understands what it is. They allowed people near him with electronic devices?! Not simply unthinkable, absolutely inconceivable!     Oddly enough, the play button is never pressed, but the clips start playing nevertheless. Sam's eyes track left to right as he watches the clips, playing at several times their usual playback speed, stopping, tracking and restarting at certain intervals with his hands resting in full view of the others in the room.     Finally, when the show comes to a premature end, he looks away from the tablet, away from the other Sam and Doug, and straight to Lara. "Agent Croft... when you said you were releasing me to these people, I was under the assumption they were from some kind of military academy. This is... this is a school. Do they know what I've done, what I am? You can't be serious." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to the other Sam, it is always odd to refer to someone with your own name "We have had people come to our school who have had some incidents in their past, from harming lots of people when their powers manifested to being convinced to work with men who were trying to destroy mutant kind and control the world. Your time at Xaviers will not be about your past, it will be about building a future you wish to see, and be a part of it. Ah do not know what all abilities you have but you do seem t be a technopath, and not the first one we have encountered, so we do have some experience there. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' The slides are of students in class, working, playing, in the dining room, at a dance - but there are also videos mixed in of uniformed powers training and other disciplined exercises. Doug raises his eyebrows, and then says, "...We've been advised. And, to be perfectly frank-- that is specifically why we're taking you on. "Hydra wanted to create a weapon... to make an ideological point, we intend to take their weapon and show Hydra that what they created was a person, with the right to determine his own destiny. I think you'll find that the students and instructors from the school have an astonishing variety of backgrounds. Sam and I were students together. Sam is from Harlan County, Kentucky. His father was a coal miner. I grew up in Salem Center, near the school. My parents were lawyers. Another of our classmates was raised by extradimensional entities colloquially called 'demons'. Still another was an extraterrestrial refugee. Yet another student came from the patrician class of a city of neo-Romans built by a self-proclaimed goddess in the Amazon rainforest." He holds his hands up, palms out. "While we have to consider what you've been through and the challenges those experiences pose... quite honestly, you fit in better than you could imagine." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara gathers up the folder that is on the table in front of her chair and closes it as she starts to walk around the table and let the others explain their school as they so desire. As she passes Sam M's chair she chimes in though. "Clearly you can see they're aware of your past, Mister Morgan. They're good people. You'll particularly enjoy being around the Professor, Charles Xavier. He'll help you feel at home, I promise it." Lara offers the folder to the other Sameul in the room and nods once to him. "Professor Xavier has worked with SHIELD with the best operating procedure for Mister Morgan's inclusion in the school. Its all here, as is a rundown on his information and other pertinent information." After offering the Folder, Lara will look back to Sam M. "With that said, Mister Morgan. You're free to head out with these gentleman. Your life awaits you." She then says in cultured London accent. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "That... that is not what they wanted." It's perhaps the first true emotion that has crept into Sam's voice, as he replies to Doug. His eyes burn for a moment, and the stare is back, until with a series of blinks they can focus on the present again. "But your point is valid."     With a deep sigh, one of relief even, he leans back in his seat, the tension draining rapidly. So rapidly, in fact, that he picks up the as of yet unopened bottle of water, checks the seal again, and then cracks it open, taking a long drink. Bottled water is clearly a luxury that he hasn't been able to indulge in very often. "If you want to take the risk..." and he looks at Sam and Doug, giving a sideways glance at Lara "... then so am I. Hope has to start somewhere, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Hope and faith are two of our main things at the school, we try to have both for al." He looks over to Lara, and says "Ah will tell Ellie you said hello. If you want to contact her she still keeps all her social media open and is even working in that field with the teen titans." He will tell the woman. He the looks to Sam, and says "Ok, would you like to go straight to the school or stop somewhere and pick up a few items. AH take it being here you do not have much of your own. At the school you will have shors, and an allowance so you are able to get things you wish within reason. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "You don't have much in the way of personal belongings," Doug says, "But as Sam said, we can stop to pick up anything specific you'd like on the way to the school. Since it's a little bit of a drive, we've taken the liberty of preparing a bag for you," Doug gestures to Sam, "With a change of clothes along with some introductory materials to the school that go a little further in-depth and some -- call it a starter kit for your life to come." ...It's put together with some levity, as in addition to a hooded sweatshirt, Xavier's School t-shirt, pants, underwear, and socks, it includes some boarded and bagged comic books, a bag of funyuns, some slim jims, a handheld video game device, and a copy of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' in French. "We tried to cover all the bases based on your psychological profile." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara nods to the bit of information given to her with regard to Ellie and she shows a light smile to it. "I'll do that." She's not the most active person when it comes to social media herself, because she's gotten a lot more known name-wise around the world and it comes with a certain measure of distractions and, well, she's a very focused woman with a lot on her palte as it is already. Lara does post quite a lot of images to Instagram though when she's in a remote location and the desire to take a public photograph strikes her. "I think this will be a great change for your, Mister Morgan, really. And again, you're welcome to return here if you feel uncomfortable or need a place to come, but I strong doubt that will happen." She says in short then. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     A blink follows, directly on the heels of a raised eyebrow. Personal belongings? What? The concept only dawns on Sam in stages, still solidifying as he starts look into the bag that's being presented. Clothes, yes, of course, he understands that necessity, and he hadn't gotten around to asking about uniform requirements yet, expecting to read those off the day board in the assembly hall. But candy? Books?! Who would think of -     "Dumas!" There is actual delight in Sam's voice all of a sudden, picking the book out of the bag and opening it, as if hoping against hope that the title hadn't been some idle fancy, and he'd get the pleasure of reading the original French version again. A few scanned sentences tell him all he needs to know, and he puts the book back, bewildered. "I... don't understand. Stop somewhere?" It implies a level of freedom he has never known.     "I respectfully submit that it might be most efficient if we made our way to your facility... your school at best possible speed?" And returning to the Scorpion Pit? Right now he's not even sure he wants to leave... but with another deep breath, Sam stands. For the first time in a long time, without handcuffs, and looking at an unlocked door.     Looking at a new future. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well Sam, sometimes, the best way to do things is not always the most efficient, but we can talk about it on the way back to the school. " He will look over and says "We will do our best to help him out Agent Croft. He stands and says "We can head on out tot he car now. If you enjoy reading Ah am sure you will enjoy our library we have an interesting array of books to try to make sure everyone has something they enjoy reading." He will stand and move to lead the young man and Doug out. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "What do you think, Sam?" Doug says. "Do we stop and get him a triple bomber burger from the burger barn? It IS cheat day. I could go for one myself." Doug rises, and then says, "Ma'am. It's been a real pleasure. I used to read your articles in National Geographic." "You can conduct yourself with as much discipline or efficiency as you want, bucko," Doug says. "Or don't want." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "What is cheat day?" It's an honest question, as Sam walks out the room with his escort, highlighting just how much of a stranger he is to a world that most people take for granted.     "As an additional question, what is a triple bomber burger? It sounds unhealthy..." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "Cheat day," Doug says, "Is a magical day that comes once a week when you work out for at least an hour of every day and eat a lot of chicken and salmon." He gestures, with one hand. "And is it unhealthy? Is it unhealthy? You'll be able to watch it congeal in the wrapper in front of you..." 

:'''{{#var:67|Lara Croft (67)}} has posed:''' Lara steps aside of the conference table and she places her hands inside of the side pockets of that dark navy blue jacket with the SHIELD logos on the shoulders. Shes keeps a soft smile onher lips and nods to what the Samuels both say before she shows a light grin toward Doug. "I hope you found them to be enjoyable." She quietly replies to the articles comment. Her eyes drift back to Morgan and she nods once toward him again. "Good luck, Mister Morgan." She says, assuming that the trio is on their way out now. "Enjoy the food, if you go and get some." 
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9174/Bobby and Sam have a chat about the New Mutants.

2019-09-14T20:16:06Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie is in his room going over some paperwork for things. He is setting at his table working. He id pretty easy to find at least. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     There's a knock on the door as though a warning more than a curtesy. The door opens quickly and in steps Bobby though not all the way, leaning against the door frame and looking down to Sam. "I got a few questions to ask you about the New Mutants Sam. I gotta be forward as we both know it's just business. Right?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and turns from his desk, and says "Sure come in, whats up?" He will ask the man "Have a seat, want a drink or something?"" He will ask his brow raises a bit at the just business line. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     Bobby shakes his head and refuses the drink. "Thanks though, but I gotta get back to class work shortly. This wont take long." Bobby slides his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Are Megan and Shannon both in the New Mutants, correct?" Bobby asks after he steps in and closes the door, making sure the conversation isn't overhead by someone not in the group. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Yea, Megan has been in a while, she was taken in while I was away and been back for a bit, and Shannon has been in about a week or so now. Was waiting to see if she was going to want to be a part of the life style or was more looking into being support postition 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     "You don't have to wait any more." Bobby says, lifting his arms and crossing them below his chest and looks back to Sam. "They both were involved in the protest and the attack by the sentinels. And neither of them obeyed direct orders by senior members of the school." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit, and says "Care to fill me in a bit more, what happened? I read through the AAR, but don't think it mentioned them not listening. 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     "When that mutant was injured and killed by the sentinel, I ordered Megan to assist and Shannon to stay back to react to others that might need her help, neither did what I requested. Megan went on the offensive, and Shannon went to the victim." Bobby explains as he fights back a sigh. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Well, Shannon is a healer, not overly surprised, but I will talk to them both. Shannon aint really started her combat training, Ah had been working on her power training more while she was getting to the point to fit in. I will make sure she realizes the importance of listening to who ever is leading the mission. Megan, am a bit surprised." He looks to the other man and says "Mind if I ask ya something no offence ment, but want your opinion on it? 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     "I am aware of who they are and what they can do. I didn't need a girl who can heal people going down to a man who was already dead. I've been in these situations before." Bobby says softly as he looks to Sam. "They didn't even acknowledge hearing me on the coms. It wasn't good." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "As, I said Shannon needs more training, and has to be taught to work on a team and in a combat situation. She probably did not think he was dead, but I will talk to her, and make sure she realizes she needs to work on following orders. Megan is the one that surprises me." 

:'''{{#var:822|Bobby Drake (822)}} has posed:'''     "Me too." Bobby says with a nod before he uncrosses his arms. "Alright, that's all I have for you. Help them out. It's quite important." Bobby notes as he turns to the door and opens it to slip out. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie hmms and watches the man go frowning a bit but does not interupt him leaving 
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9186/Showing Hydra Sam around the mansion.

2019-09-14T20:15:00Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie has offered to show Sam around the day after they brought him to the school. It was late wen they got him there the previous day. Sam told the other Sam he would meet him for a tour when he was ready Now the young man is waiting at the base of the stairs for the other. 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug, somewhere, shoots Sam a text - 'Wrapping up a piece of work, I will meet you walking around' 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     It's a hesitant Sam that comes down the stairs, still dressed mostly in his drab grey prison outfit, but with a Xavier Institute hoodie over top. Considering his self confidence of the previous day, it's perhaps a bit bewildering, and the teenager seems to be looking around constantly, looking for something or someone he's not seeing... and the longer he's not seeing whatever he's looking for, the greater his unease seems to grow.     He does attempt a smile when he finally gets to the ground floor, for the benefit of the other Sam, even as he becomes aware of the message that's been sent on... 'his' phone. Another absolutely unheard of luxury. "Good afternoon Mister Guthrie. Apologies for being late." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen, the smell of fresh cheese, tomato sauce, and dough baking wafts out into the hall. It seems one of the students is at it again, cooking up a late-night snack. Just who said student is becomes readily apparent as Shannon meanders out into the hall, with a little dusting of flour clinging to her nose. Her hair, normally long and loose, is tied up in a knot, to keep it out of the way while cooking. And... there is no missing those wings. Large, white, feathery wings. She smiles when she sees the two Sam's and waves. "Hi, Sam!" Oh, my. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods to Shannon, and offers her a smile. He looks over to the younger Sam and says "You pretty much have run of coming and going on this level of the school. I am sure you sense a bit more than you actually see, and we will get to that." He offers in a friendly tone. This is a fellow student her name is Shannon, and you will often find her baking good things in the kitchen, and washing dishes when her baseball team loses against a better team." He will joke. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "I was looking for the landing staff, or the sentry to ask for permission to come down." Sam the Second clarifies. He'd been taught by his therapist that he should explain his difficulties to others, rather than let them guess. It's still not easy.     The new arrival is greeted in a way that might be somewhat unsettling to people who aren't used to it... The first glance over, Sam does a quick threat scan of Shannon. She'd been in the kitchen, so he's looking for knives first, and other weapons afterwards. The wings on her back are registered as a detail irrelevant to his immediate survival, and take seconds longer to process, as the rest of his subconscious decides that this other person is not likely to do him harm. Then, and only then, does Sam smile again. "Hi Shannon. I'm Sam. Samuel Able Morgan." Yes, even his initials spell out Sam... 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon rolls her eyes and laughs, dusting off a bit of flour from her hands across the legs of her jeans, before offering her hand to Sam the younger. "Real nice to meet you. I think I'm suddenly appreciating Ellie's penchant for nicknames, it'd sure help to keep you two straight." She grins and winks at Sam the elder. "And just you wait, mister. One of these days, -you'll- be the one doing dishes, and then we'll see who has the last laugh!" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "You can come down when you want to Sam, we do ask if your going out somewhere you sign out to let us know your going. We prefer people check in semi regular with the sentinel issues we have had recently. Ah know you have been in a rather structured" He uses the word after thinking a moment how to say it. "Environment before but we are alot looser than that here, but if it helps you can ask me something or report to me about something till your comfortable with not doing it. The only thing you need to worry about upstairs is stay on the guys side of the dorms unless your invited to the other side, and knock on someone's door if your at their room. You will probably sense a lot of tech stuff in the room 3 doors down, thats Alek's will introduce you to him, when we can." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     And that's a few things explained in one go. It takes care of a few pressing questions, and Sam is happy to let the others wait for a bit before he deluges his new guides with questions that are likely to have obvious answers. "And that explains why my door wasn't locked overnight." he does venture, because that had been bothering him for hours. "Wasn't sure if that was an intentional test of loyalty or an oversight by the security staff... there's... there's no actual security staff here, is there?" And then, mostly to himself. "Of course not, it's a school."     Monologue over, he looks at the door, and then at Older Sam. "You mean I can walk out that door whenever I like, as long as I tell you, and I come back? Are you sure that SHIELD is going to allow that?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "In essence," Doug says, approaching from down the hall, "You have the run of the house and the grounds *except* for areas specifically noted to you as being off-limits. If you want to *leave* the school to go into Salem Center or what-have-you, you do need to log it and be accompanied by someone, because you're a minor. Also, it's much easier to get around if you're hanging around with someone with a car, or someone who can at least fly or teleport." Doug says. "As far as the school's rules, they're pretty loose. No fighting outside of supervised training. No drinking if you're a minor. No skipping classes. Be in bed by lights-out. Pretty standard boarding school discipline, all-told. And of course, there's some *flex* on some of those rules. Especially if you don't get caught or get permission. Unfortunately, mixers with the kids in town are a thing of the past, these days, which is a policy I'm not so sure I like--" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon regards the younger Sam with a steady gaze, her brows furrowing slightly. "Takes a lot of getting used to, huh? It's pretty different, coming here. But seriously, you've got two of the best to help you get settled in. And as for security... well... I haven't seen anything too overt, but it's not unheard of to have friends looking in on things here from time to time." This last gets her to actually smile a bit, the expression a welcome change from her more somber visage of recent days. "They're not kidding on the whole checking in with staff and taking a buddy with you when you go out, too. Trust me, Sentinels are not anything you really want to run into alone. It's rough enough when you're -with- someone." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     'Don't get caught'. Now there's a rule that Sam knows well, smiling over towards Doug in recognition of the ultimate universal constant where kids and teenagers are kept together under some form of discipline. "I'll find out at what time I'm due back in my c-... my room. I take it there are further rules about the carrying of personal defense weaponry?" Oh boy... who's going to explain that one to him?     "And this may sound strange but... what is a Sentinel? It has come up as a threat twice now, and clearly there's rules to stop any of us from running into these Sentinel. But what sort of threat level do they represent?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "Well they seem to think your ready for this and we sorta have security it is more we all act as such. There are a few who have history with those you have history with more fighting them than anything else. You will see oddness here now and again, one of the more..... interesting people you may meat is Wade. He does not go to school here, but he does stop in now and again, and is armed to the teeth most of the time, but has not proven to be a problem, except maybe to Logan, and they seem to have a past." He hmms and says "Prefer weaponry not be carried around the school, but if you feel you the need or want for something you can have such in your room, preferable nothing of mass destruction." He jokes a bit and says "Sentinels are giant robots built to capture and kill mutants. They have a vast array of offensive weaponry from blasts to nulifcation abilities. He looks over to Doug and says "Should see if Ms. Hogarth is still principle in the school. I know our last event with them ended badly, but maybe it is time to try again." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "...You can have a pocketknife." Doug says. "But I wouldn't go any more hardcore than that." "...Once you've acclamated a little bit," He says, "They'll probably assign you a roommate or two. It has its perks. Larger suite with a bathroom you don't need to share with thirty other kids, for instance. Sam and I were roommates when we were students, along with another friend of ours, who you might meet -- though he is possibly the *busiest* man I've ever known--" "A Sentinel is an advanced, semi-autonomous robot built to hunt mutants, the private eugenics science project of soem extremely well-heeled bigots. It's an issue being dealt with by various interested parties." Doug looks up, and says "It was more managable when we were younger. We were the test class... fewer kids. But we used to go to dances at the high school and once the girls threw a slumber party -- though that didn't end well, and I don't know if they ever tried again." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon just turns to look dumbfounded at Sam and Doug. "Whoah, wait a second. What's this about mixers, and why haven't I heard about them before?" She crosses her arms, pinning the two with the 'dish out the deets' look, her wings ruffling and starting to spread out a little bit. "I thought we were supposed to keep things on the QT about the school out there?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "This was back when it was easier to disguise Xavier's as an elite boarding school." Doug says. "They did a good job of it, too. Even I was fooled, for awhile... the volcano should've been a tip-off, but I figured rich people are eccentric--" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Eugenics?" That's the word he gets stuck on. Sam is still hearing everything, and processing everything, but his expression froze the instant he heard that word spoken out loud. A torrent of memories follows, many of them unpleasant, and for a split second he can actually smell cordite before the vision fades back to reality, eyes flashing a bright blue for an instant. He doesn't know for certain what else has been said, having heard words but not yet having processed their meaning. A moment after that, the lights in the room flicker, and he blinks suddenly, taking a deep breath.     "Sorry, I got a bit... distracted. So ehm... volcanoes?" Yeah, he has no idea where this conversation has gone, desperately latching onto the last few words he heard. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "One of our classmates had geo powers, and could call up lava and in such make mini volcanos." He will look to Shannon "The last one to my knowledge badly, on no real fault from our side of things actually, but I have not heard if any others might be done. If so, inducers would need to be used of course." He looks over to Sam, and after the moment he will ask "Are you ok Sam?"" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon frowns with concern at Samuel as she sees the lights flicker, and his reaction to the mention of eugenics. What the hell had happened to the kid? She keeps her voice soft, drawing her wings back behind her to minimize their appearance and hopefully seem a little less imposing--as if she ever could be so in the first place! "Hey... it's okay, we've got you. What's wrong?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug watches Sam, and then says, "...He just had a small PTS flashback based on how he's reacting. I think the Sentinels triggered him. The PTS was in his dossier. We will... work on it. By the way, that's your first rule - it's OK to have bad days. I... had a traumatic event in my past I'm still dealing with, and I'll occasionally have PTS flashbacks of my own. More commonly night terrors when I dream about it. You're not alone, Bean." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "I'll be fine, it's just..." and yes, Sam needs a moment, and bites his lip before he comes out with something that seems to not be meant for general consumption, but has to come out nevertheless. "Dieser Scheisse gibt's doch irgendwo Ich gehe..." A deep breath, and a grateful look to Doug, and then a more contrite look to Shannon. "He's right. I was reminded of something I've been trying hard... trying not to think about for the last few years. One of those things..." Finally, he looks over to Sam, recognising him as the de facto authority at least in this little gathering. "Do you know where I can get my Xanax for the day? I'm... not going to be fun to be around if I stop taking my medication." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie says, "We should be able to stop into the wellness center and get yours today. Dr. McCoy will want to do a check and talk with you about your medicines and make sure it is all correct. Would you rather come down for it each day or have a weeks supply or so at your disposal?" He will ask the man, trusting Doug to read the other man's reaction if there is anythign to note there." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug says, "Sprache, junger Mann." He crosses his arms, and then says, "You'll be receiving better than the best medical care and counseling, up to and including telepathic support. Also," He says, "You'll be getting a full metabolic write-up. They'll tailor your exercise program to it and provide you with a diet plan. Following both is optional, but I endorse them. Take it from the world's fittest IT guy." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon nods and smiles a little bit at Samuel. "I think you'll like Mr. McCoy when you meet him. He and miss Munroe were here on my first day, they helped get me settled here. I've been coming to respect them both a whole hell of a lot, though I've run into Mr. McCoy a bit more." She laughs a little, her smile wry and somewhat self-depreciating. "Once, the hard way, in the medbay. Note... healers make lousy patients." She turns as, from somewhere in the kitchen, the sound of a timer goes off, the smell of pepperoni pizza quite strong now. "There should be enough pizza for us all to share... don't know what kind of things you like. Oh, and big brother..." She's going to have to refer to Sam the elder by this, it seems, to keep from confusing the two. "When you've got a second, got something I was hoping to run by you, regarding our trip into town a few nights ago." She leaves it there, not saying anything more for the moment. She disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes to take care of things in there. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "I was hoping there'd be a gym. Once you get used to doing a morning workout before breakfast, it's hard to stop the routine." Fitness is unlikely to be an issue here then, but Sam the Younger clearly gave that answer as a way to stall for time while he was thinking over how to answer the more serious question he'd been asked. Although Doug will also get a very sincere. "Entschuldigung."     "I'm looking forward to trying anything you've made, Shannon." Again, perhaps, Sam is stalling for time, or he might just be a polite young man.     "I'll talk to Doctor McCoy about it. It's been handled differently in the past, and if I'm very honest, I don't trust myself very much to deal with this properly." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie nods, and will lead the group to the kitchen and says "We have a gym, and a pool, You will be able to continue your workout, but you will have some assigned work outs as well, so I would not suggest exhausting yourself. " He will tell the young man, and as they walk he will point out what different rooms are and where things can be found. You seemed to be a fan of reading, the library is in here, the Rec room through there. We try to do movie nights on occasion you can put in requests for things you want to see." His brow raises at Shannon's words but nods to them 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:'''     Doug rubs the back of his neck, and then says, "Danke. Bean, believe me when I tell you, we will give you the best support we can. And you are not alone in having to deal with some pretty severe mental hardships." He says. He pauses, as if unsure of exactly how to phrase this. "I *died*, kid. Not like... revived on the table died... more like 'I had a funeral and they buried me'. I'm told it was nice." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     With keen interest to talk about something else, anything else, Sam 'Bean' The Younger follows along and takes note of all the important rooms he needs to know about, building a mental map of the building. But even while walking he's looking around and checking corners, sight lines... as if he's expecting to be ambushed at any moment. A library though. A library! "I very much enjoyed 'Le Comte de Monte Christo', thank you." That had been a pleasant surprise.     He glances over to Doug at the revelation and grimaces for a moment, not quite sure at first how to respond. "If you ever want to talk about that, I'll listen." Because he knows what it's like to get stuck with something like that. "And if you ever ask me directly, I'll talk about why I'm like this as well." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      A few minutes later, Shannon comes out of the kitchen with a large plate bearing several slices of hot, fresh pepperoni pizza. She looks around to see where the rest have gone off to, and spies them not too far off. "Hey... anybody hungry?" She smiles at the Sams and Doug, offering the plate to each in turn. Perhaps the simple comfort of a good snack might prove a welcome hint of 'normal'. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie will lead the group towards the Rec Room, and says "I will get drinks have a seat, we will take you out and show you the grounds shortly." He looks over to Doug and says "We tried, but still sucked. Prefer we don't repeat it for a very long time." He tells his friend. He looks to Shannon "Thanks." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug rubs the back of his neck. "And of course, there are always temptations." Doug says, before he sighs, "...Sorry, Shannon. Today's not a cheat day, so I can't really... have a... slice of pizza--" He looks sorely tempted though. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Is there greater delight than freshly made pizza? Possibly, somewhere in the far corners of the cosmos such a thing may be found, but here and now the appearance of pizza manages to turn Smaller Sam's thoughts a full 180 degrees. He accepts the plate eagerly and sits down, crosslegged, in a seat facing the door nearest the far corner. No conscious thought seems to have gone into that selection. As he eats, he looks over to Doug and raises an eyebrow. "Protein. Energy. Deliciousness. Half a mile more on the treadmill and five more minutes on the rowing machine, and nobody has to know." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon giggles at Doug, putting on her best Puss-In-Boots look, wide eyes and all as she tries once more to offer the plate. "He makes a good point, you know. This does hit most of the major food groups. Dairy, meat, bread, and you could even count the sauce as veggies! Sounds like a pretty balanced snack to me!" She grins at Sam the younger, quite glad the tactic of snacks seems to have lifted his spirits, at least a little bit. "What do you think, maybe between the two of us we can get him to allow himself a small treat?" 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug shakes his head, and says, "No, no. It's salmon and wild rice and protein shakes until the next cheat day." That looked painful to say, though. 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie looks to Doug and says "You can handle it Ah think, besides if you don't then it won't come out even for the rest of us." He tells the man. He gets Shannon a Root beer amd looks to Doug "If it makes ya feel better I can make ya drink a diet." He kids, him and looks to Samuel "What would ya like to drink? 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "If you're not having yours, I'm having it. And you'll be condemning me to a lot of extra exercise. Share the burden, help the team." Is this the same Sam that came downstairs? Looks the same, acts completely differently though. That is, until he gets asked what to drink, and the answer comes out halfway before brain engages. "Water, of c-..." Stop. Check expectations. Assume nothing. "I'll have a bottle of water, thank you." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug sighs, and then says, "...All right, all right. I'll cave in and have one if the rest of you do too." He says, with a light sigh. "He'll have a root beer. I'll have a bottle of water." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon laughs merrily as the pizza seems to have worked its magic, a slice each falling prey to the hunger of those present. She smiles at Sam the younger, and teases him good-naturedly, "Another root beer fan? We might have issues if there's ever only one bottle left." She giggles, and chomps down on a slice of pizza herself. "Just kidding... I'm not much of a fighter. Yet." She grins at her adopted older brother, extending one wing around behind him in something akin to a hug as she sets down the plate nearby to accept the root beer. "Thanks... you sure you're not the angel here?" 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrie gives Sam both a rootbeer, and a water, and says "You can have what you want to drink as long as you keep yaself in shape to do your training and such. Only known one who had to be put on a diet and he came in wanting to be put on one." He offers Doug his water, and gets a Dr. Pepper for himself before taking his pizza and having a seat. 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Ever since the topic of a drink has come up, Sam hasn't eaten a bite from his pizza. He is, in fact, glancing keenly at the other plates that are as of yet untouched. Keeping a polite smile on his face, he reaches for the bottle of water, runs his fingers around the seal to make sure it's intact, before opening the bottle. Small steps... "I've basically been training since I was eight. Habits of a lifetime are hard to break." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' Doug takes a bite of his pizza, a string of it connecting the slice and his mouth. He looks at Samuel and blinks, before he swallows, and says, "It's safe to eat, Bean." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon raises an eyebrow, a little surprised at Sam-bean's reluctance to eat. Maybe he was just trying to be polite, and wait for everyone else to start? She shrugs and smiles, chomping right into her slice of pizza, and looking as if she's in heaven. "Don't worry about your salmon and wild rice, Doug. Got a few recipes for that, that'll let it seem more like a luxury than a diet." She smiles at Sam, and shrugs, musing on the matter of a diet. "Usually go for veggies and lighter proteins myself, but every once in a while... I'll cheat. Miserably. Like tonight." She giggles and grins at the two Sam's. "Maybe it's just as well you and Logan both have me going for a bit of strength training, I'll be able to burn this off quicker." 

:'''{{#var:1258|Samuel Guthrie (1258)}} has posed:''' Samuel Guthrienods, and says to Shannon and says "It helps if your going to do the momentum turns by holding onto something. " He hmms and says "Ah have been thinking Doug might get you to do another young avengers program for the kids." He tells the other man "So, Sam to let you know Doug here is a master of languages and patterns, and ah am a flyer with a blast field makes me almost impossible to hurt while flying." 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     Once the others start eating, and Doug seems to understand his hesitation yet again, Sam-Bean helps himself to what remains of his slice of pizza, eating with every indication of delight. But after two years of prison food, who can blame him? And now, it seems, the 'other' introductions are being made. He's pretty sure those who need to know have his file, but it can't possibly hurt to share in the revelations.     "I control electronics, somehow, and I ... sort of talk to them. I can read text messages on a phone without looking at the screen, I can send them without touching a single key, things like that. But that's just what I do, I've been trained for... other things." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon tilts her head as she listens to Sam-bean's 'other' introduction, mulling this over. "That's actually pretty neat, about the electronics. You should've seen Doug one time, literally talking two Sentinels down with machine code. Verbally. You two would have a lot to talk about." She smiles somewhat, and shrugs, ruffling her wings in an echo of the gesture. "I'm a flyer and a healer. But the healing comes at a price... I absorb other's injuries into myself through physical contact. But, on the flip side of that, I also heal pretty quick, too." She inches the left leg of her jeans up a little ways, to where a well-healed gunshot wound has only left a small mark, as if it had been weeks healing. "Got that two days ago." 

:'''{{#var:1126|Doug Ramsey (1126)}} has posed:''' "I suppose you could say my mutant power is the ability to communicate with anything that's capable of communication." Doug says, rubbing the back of his neck. He sits back, and crosses his feet at the ankles, as he listens to the others. "...It's only a little mutant power, but it's mine." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon pins Doug with a somewhat stern look. "Hey. Don't you let me catch you putting down your gifts again. Communication's a powerful thing, especially in the right place and time. And that was one of the most freaking awesome things I'd seen that day, really. So don't. Ever. Sell yourself short. Got it?" 

:'''{{#var:8925|Samuel (8925)}} has posed:'''     "Here's to being proud of who you are." Sam-Bean says without a trace of irony, holding up his water in a salute. It's only water, but that doesn't matter. 
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