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		<title>Liu: Created page with &quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2022/06/17 |Location=Fred&#039;s Diner - Mutant Town |Synopsis=When it&#039;s a chance run in between Beast and Rogue while they work in Mutant Town. |Cast o...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2022/06/17 |Location=Fred&amp;#039;s Diner - Mutant Town |Synopsis=When it&amp;#039;s a chance run in between Beast and Rogue while they work in Mutant Town. |Cast o...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Log Header&lt;br /&gt;
|Date of Scene=2022/06/17&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Fred&amp;#039;s Diner - Mutant Town&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=When it&amp;#039;s a chance run in between Beast and Rogue while they work in Mutant Town.&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=16,95&lt;br /&gt;
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{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;After a late shift at Club Evolution, Rogue finds herself enjoying a meal at Fred&amp;#039;s Diner. Something about having a greasy load of meat and starch just hits right after working - even if it&amp;#039;s not being used to sop up a stomach content of alcohol and the latter. She&amp;#039;s simply enjoying a burger and fries, watching whatever drible of content they&amp;#039;re showing on the television and minding her own business on a stool at the counter. Maybe even deciding now if she wants a piece of pie later.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Occasisonally, diner food is just what the doctor ordered. Not this doctor, but he&amp;#039;s got a bad habit of eating what he wants when he wants anyway -- and he does actually do stints at the clinic. Those sometimes do go on to weird hours of the night; this time he&amp;#039;s taking a break from being on-call, in order to fuel up and enters at a rather beleagered pace, dragging the heels and the spirit willing, to make sure his glucose levels don&amp;#039;t tank. But one sniff of the air as he enters tells him familiar faces are here. With a glance to the tables he grins and rather quietly slips up behind her, to sliiiiide tiredly onto the stool beside. &amp;quot;Hope the seat isn&amp;#039;t taken and if it is, well, I owe an apology to the person with invisibility issues, I fear.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;If only for the flash of blue in her periphreal and a knack for keeping her surroundings in check at all times, Rogue just gives a smile when Henry McCoy slides into the stool aside her own. &amp;quot;That seats only taken because you sat in it, Hank.&amp;quot; She looks down at her half-eaten meal, knowing she&amp;#039;ll likely be ordering that slice of pie now and then motions. &amp;quot;What brings you out to Mutant Town at this hour? I just got off shift from the club a bit ago. Funny running into you here. Sort of like an all gin joints of all the world moment.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Henry McCoy chuckles. &amp;quot;Well, you just finished, I&amp;#039;m half way through...&amp;quot; he admits with a grins and his bulldog underbite, then sobers a little. &amp;quot;The low-income clinic is running short of staff. When is it not? So I volunteered to take up a shift. Working their small ER, I&amp;#039;m on call in case of mutant related trauma. Sometimes the regular staff can&amp;#039;t cope...&amp;quot; He gestures at the clock. &amp;quot;And I woke up, realized I hadn&amp;#039;t eaten and thought I had better, just in case.&amp;quot; He glances at the meal she&amp;#039;s got, then nods to the short-order cook. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll have what she&amp;#039;s having, plus a mega chocolate shake. I have to keep this figure trim, you know.&amp;quot; Settling with a slight wince as he takes his feet off the ground and rests them on the foot rest, he glances sidelong at her with that fondness in his eyes. &amp;quot;How is Club Evolution treating you? It -seemed- like it&amp;#039;s giving you some much needed normality.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Awful kind of you to be doin&amp;#039; somethin&amp;#039; like that, Hank.&amp;quot; Rogue offers with a small nod of her head. &amp;quot;No doubt you might see some people from the club dependin&amp;#039; on how things go on an off night.&amp;quot; Then she frowns. &amp;quot;Well it&amp;#039;s good you&amp;#039;re gettin&amp;#039; somethin&amp;#039; to eat. We don&amp;#039;t need ya wastin&amp;#039; away on us.&amp;quot; Listening as he orders what she&amp;#039;s having, plus a milkshake, she nods because that&amp;#039;s just what she would expect him to order and then listens to his question while catching that fondness in his gaze. &amp;quot;Yeah, it&amp;#039;s been treatin&amp;#039; me nicely. Sam&amp;#039;s a good guy, and he takes care of his own. I ain&amp;#039;t had to do much rough with anyone - yet - and all told it&amp;#039;s a decent crowd that shows up.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Indeed. I&amp;#039;d be a little surprised if there was a beligerant element from the local populace. After all, the place is there to help us all get that slice of ordinary. Once or twice, I believe it&amp;#039;s been targetted though, so I keep a weather eye on things there. Not that Sam knows, or even NEEDS to know.&amp;quot; He grins as the milkshake arrives at least, taking up the straw and popping the cherry. Ahaha. &amp;quot;I have to have some secrets as to how I arrive so promptly, right?&amp;quot; He glances at the door as a couple of club goers do in fact pop in for a late night snack and replenishment of electrolytes. Well. Liquids anyway. &amp;quot;I think it suits you. Being the thing that bounces.&amp;quot; Wink.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:16|Rogue (16)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Rogue takes a moment to enjoy some fries and another bite of burger while Hank talks, giving a nod and then a smile. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t worry. Secrets safe with me. And I have ways of signalin&amp;#039; if somethin&amp;#039; way out of the ordinary is goin&amp;#039; on yeah? I don&amp;#039;t think Sam knew precisely the type of protection he was gettin&amp;#039; when he decided to hire me on.&amp;quot; There&amp;#039;s a grin then, watching as his shake is delivered and he eventually has a first sip of the chocolate goodness. That last comment has her blushing just a little while she reaches for her drink and takes a slow sip. &amp;quot;Plenty of ways for you to enjoy me bouncing, you know.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:95|Henry McCoy (95)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;My point, exactly,&amp;quot; With a chin lift, Hank&amp;#039;s eyes sparkle a glitter until... yes, you guessed it, the pager goes off and he groans, looking down at his side and at the little screen. &amp;quot;I have to go. They have an incoming as the closest ER. RTA...&amp;quot; He waves to the bartender, regretful in his expression. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll take the burger and fries to go...&amp;quot; slapping a twenty down, he chugs the milkshake and the inevitable look of brain freeze happens. &amp;quot;Nnnguh...&amp;quot; leaning back he takes a breath, then with a sniff leans in to kiss her cheek. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll see you back at the school. Possibly looking like death on legs, but we&amp;#039;ll see...&amp;quot; grabbing his to-go, he heads out just as the pager chimes again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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