10027/Long night early morning.

Long night early morning.
Date of Scene:	13 November 2019
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	New arrivals seem to find a bright spot.
Cast of Characters:	Rage, Cannonball, Nightingale, Dragonfly (Armenteros), Prismatic, Samuel Morgan, Triage, Haunt

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Rage has posed:
It's early in the morning and Andrea got maybe three or fours hours of sleep. Having been up all night in Mutant Town with Jay working on bringing home a new face which Ororo welcomed, she crashed in Jay's room as they were staying up talking about the night's events. She's dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a matching shirt with her hair ruffled and frazzled. As she nudges the door open to creep out into the hallway, she is holding on to her wolf slippers so they won't bark and make noise as she walks. Giving a glance into the room, she closes the door quietly, then turns around to head down the hall. She looks exhausted and has a hint of makeup still smudged on her face in the form of eyeshadow.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie was out a bit late as well, but he has to be up to make sure the kids have things to do. He has already showered, and dressed. He comes walking out of his room ad Andrea comes out of his brothers room." He crosses his arms and softly clears his throat.

Rage has posed:
Giving a pause as she hears the clearing of throat, Andrea turns and looks over to Sam a bit sheepishly. She has a few cuts along her arms and one along her cheek. Perhaps she got into a fight with a cat? "Uh.. good morning." She says, then straightens herself upwards, chin lifting. Confident. She is not about to take a walk of shame this morning. "You were out late last night." Ho-Ho!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and says "And you took a wrong turn into Jay's room?" He will ask her. He keeps his gaze on her. He looks to the door "He awake?"

Rage has posed:
"No, I didn't take a wrong turn into his room." Andrea says as she wrings her hair out a bit, then pushes it back behind her as she looks to tie it up into a messy bun. "We didn't get home until about three in the morning. Brought home a new teen named Brad that we found in the homeless alley behind your club. Ororo told us that we can bring him back. He is in bad shape. He and I was just talking afterwards and I guess I fell asleep. Nothing happened. It was a clothes on sleepover without smooching. We're just friends." She asserts. "And he is still sleeping, yeah."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises as he is not sure he fully believes, her, the whole just friends, he is pretty sure a fib, they are telling folks, and themselves. "Well, Scott or the Prof caught ya here pretty sure you would be washing dishes for a couple weeks. You need to make sure ya announce lady on the hall when ya come into the hall, specially this early. Some of the boys might freak out seeing a girl in their sleep clothes." He tells her "Go grab a shower and come down to the kitchen to help me cook breakfast, and you can tell me about the new kid. You said a guy right? He asks her.

Rage has posed:
"If any boy freaks out about seeing a girl in pajamas, then they are denying themselves the benefits of a free Internet in which they can see girls without clothes on." Andrea says with a dismissive snort, grumbly and tired. "I'll meet you downstairs in a bit then, and then you need to tell me why /you/ were up late last night. You weren't at the club." She says with a squint of her eyes at him, then leans forward and /sniffs/ at him. "Oh." Her brows shoot up, then struts confidently down the hallway, grinning ear to ear.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Not worried about them being shocked to see you, more them being shocked you seeing them." He says and sniffs himself. He just took his shower already. "And be ready to tell me about this new kid.""

Rage has posed:
After taking a shower and throwing on some fresh clothes, Andrea plods down into the kitchen with a yawn. She smells like strawberries now at least, her hair pulled up behind her in a wet bun, and wearing some skinny jeans and a sweater. As she wanders to the stove, she flicks the burners on, then opens up the fridge.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is down here already and is actually doing something unusual for him. he is at the counter and is mixing some dough and spreading it out about inch and a half two inches thick "Ok, so tell me about this kid?"

Rage has posed:
"His name is Brad. He is invisible and blind and has from what I can tell, unpredictable and unchecked telekinesis. He scares really easy and things all around him rattle and knock about. I took a facefull of glass and garbage from the alley when he got spooked. He's a nice kid, just timid. He's been living on the streets for awhile now. Only way to know he's around is if he is wearing clothes. Poor kid can't even see his own body." Andrea says as she cracks the eggs and pours them into a pan, swaying back and forth on her feet. "So we got him some fresh clothes and he is in a guest room. I'm hoping his powers can be controlled so he can turn himself back on. But I guess when he is invisible, he can't see us either. He can just sense us about him." Now that she is out of the shower, the wounds along her face and arms are seen a bit easier, red and puffy.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon comes shuffling into the kitchen for some coffee and a late breakfast, in her favorite dark blue jeans, knee-length caramel boots, but with her white t-shirt on instead of a cream tunic sweater, for comfort while cooking. Her eyebrows go up, seeing Sam and Andrea--and she frowns deeply, seeing the wounds on Andrea's face and arms. "What... the... HELL...?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head as he starts to cut the biscuits. He and Andrea are actually up early cooking breakfast. "Do you know if he was blind before his powers kicked in? He hmms a bit and says "Wonder if the place Kitty brought the pups from at the fourth might be able to help him with a seeing eye dog." He hmmms and says "Well good to see ya found him, there was some jerkoffs out trying to be big bad men last night out on the town.

Rage has posed:
"I don't know if he was blind before. I don't /think/ he was by how he explained his family life. I think his powers made him blind when he turned invisible." Andrea starts to scramble the eggs in the pan, adding some cheese. At the sound of Shannon hollering, she blinks. "They're just eggs, Shan. I can make something else like bacon." She says with a scrunch of her nose.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head, gesturing to Andrea's face and arms. "Not the eggs. I'm talking about those. What happened to you???" Her arms cross in a very severe look. "It has to be a real doozy to get through to you, god only knows I've seen you out in the field. So what did it?" Breakfast is forgotten for the moment as she waits for an answer.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Late is a relative term. If you're past the time you expected, or were expecting, to be there, you're late. If you're before that time, you're early. By definition, Gwendolyn, arriving shortly after Shannon, was exactly on time because she arrived specifically when she expected to be there and, as far as she knew, had no-one watching or waiting for her. Still, it was good to see a few familiar faces in the kitchen.

Waving as she arrived, her backpack was placed on the counter, out of the way, the insect-winged girl bounced through the kitchen, dressed in a cute pair of leggings and a baggy sweater that, more than likely, was a little too big for her but was comfortable and dammit, that's enough. "I smell eggs." she announces, looking to the stove womaned by Andrea and Sam with the biscuits. "Y'all making enough for a crew, or can I pass you a few slices of bacon to add to the pan? And what're we talking about? The reason you guys were out last night?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Always cook for a crew in this place." he jokes a bit and says "Menu this morning is going to be Biscuits and sausage gravy, bacon and eggs, and actually went out and got some real grits so will be making those too." He lets Andrea fill Shannon in on her new find.

Rage has posed:
"I'm fine. I still get hurt if I'm taking damage in my popstar form." Andrea says to Shannon as she looks to ease concerns. "We found a kid last night behind Club Evo, Jay and I. We were giving out food to the homeless at about two in the morning and he has unstable telekinesis. He got spooked and a bit scared and sent debris going everywhere including some broken bottles and glass. I stepped in front of Jay to make sure he doesn't get hurt and took the blast. I smelled worse than I look, but nothing two showers hasn't fixed. If I shift later today they will go away in a minute. I just got home about three hours ago." She says with another yawn. "Kid is here, approved by Ororo. By the way, he's invisible and blind, so you can imagine what his headspace is like being taken to a weird place he can't see. We'll introduce you to him today. His name is Brad." She flips the eggs on to a plate, then cracks a few more for the pan. "Hey Gwen."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "Or if you just let me take care of those now, you won't have to go through the pain of shifting, and those will likely be gone on me by mid-afternoon. Let me help?" She smiles a bit and nods towards the stove. "Heck, those eggs and bacon will probably speed healing along for me anyways, so we'd be even." A sigh escapes her as she listens to the story of the kid Andrea and Jay found, nodding with approval at miss Munroe's involvement. "At least he's safe now. But yeah, thanks for the heads up, I'll keep it in mind if I ever run into him." She nods and smiles over to Gwen. "Pidgeotto!"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Cooking for a crew is something she can get behind so Gwendolyn takes a seat at the central island in the kitchen, watching the cooking going on, and enjoys the conversation. "Invisible and Blind. Heck, that's a way to go through the world, ain't it? He's probably terrified - hell, I know I was when I first got here, and I could /see/ all that was going on." More or less. The ski goggles helped, but not as much as her current ones.

Shannon gets a glance and a smile, followed by a shake of her head. "Andrea's a big girl, Pidgeotto, and if you heal her now, you'll get blood on your clothes, have to go change, and all that fun stuff. One of the first things I learned in life is that if a job is hard or painful, make sure you have to do that job first." She snags a biscuit from the pile, munching. "Makes life a lot easier."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to them as he puts the biscuits in the oven "Must have just missed me I took bill some chicken soup, he was sick as a dog and could not make it in to work, was late but he appreciated it. Thanks for looking after Jay and ma would probably kick my but you made the tactical wrong decision stepping in front of him." He tells her. He looks to Shannon thought Ah was going to have to wake you or triage last night, but luckily it seems Alexis is bullet proof to low caliber gunfire.

Rage has posed:
"You see it as a tactial decision, I see it as being out a six hundred dollar dress that looked like it went through a cheese shredder. I really liked that one." Andrea says as she shrugs her shoulders, then scrapes the eggs about in the pan. "If it makes you feel better Shan, you can do your thing. That's fine. I'm just not super concerned about them." Then she tilts her head to Sam, then grins. "Sooooo you were out /late/ with Alexis, huh? When did /you/ come home?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon raises her eyebrows at Sam and grins. "Okay, so, out late with the girlfriend. Did ya finally smooch her? Did ya? Huh?" She makes some silly kissy noises at Sam, giggling like mad, shaking her head for a moment. He was so much fun to tease and torment sometimes.

     But it was to business with Andrea, her laughter fading for the moment. "Just do -not- pull away, okay?" One hand rests gently upon the wounds on her face, the other on her arm, and the winged girl closes her eyes. A soft hiss escapes her as the process begins, each cut soon mirrored with one on her own arms and face, as she absorbs the wounds from Andrea, to leave her whole. With the array of injuries being limited to simple cuts, it does not take long, and she is soon able to move her hands away. "Better?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"That green one, with the sparkles? I /liked/ that dress." Gwendolyn says with a pout when she hears that it was shredded in the ensuing melee to rescue the lost telekinetic, going quiet as the healing takes place. It's disconcerning, watching cuts magically vanish from one person and appear on another, and probably doesn't feel good. Still, while it goes on she goes to get the bright orange first aid kit tacklebox that lives in the kitchen, pops it open, and starts getting out little bandaids and antibiotic ointment. Shannon said she healed quickly, but a little bandaid always helped heal even faster. "Let me get you patched up a little, Shannon, so you don't bleed on your favorite jeans and t-shirt combo."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrielooks to them and says "Jay would have healed it then and there, he does not have to shift to regenerate." He reminds her, and thinking Jay is probably gonna be worried going to be kidded for the girl protecting him. "Looks to her and says "A gentleman does not kiss or not kiss and tell, and besides figured you want to hear a bit more about her getting shot or me busting one guys leg, and threatening to make two others street pizza." He will crumble up some sausage to start frying it.

Rage has posed:
"Yes, I know that Jay can heal, but the tactical advantage that he has is that no one in the alley knows that, so, if I was an enemy combatant and I was trying to gain intelligence on my target, that is something I would want to know. If I was facing off with two mutants, and one of them was a healer, I'd kill the healer /first/. That would create an emotional response from the other, which would be me, and throw off my ability to defend myself properly." Andrea says casually to Sam as she lifts her brows upwards. "So by putting myself in front of Jay and taking the initial attack, means that the enemy doesn't have intel on him, and it forces them to make a second decision and focus on me, which in turn creates open space for me to do my job and go eight foot crazy and turn someone into a sloppy joe while Jay can tend to the others in the alley either removing them or healing them. It takes all the focus off of him and puts it on me. That way, at the end of the fight, once I am obviously victorious, he would be able to do his job and heal me, since Jay is clearly not a trained fighter and I would want him out of the offensive zone."

Giving a smile to Shannon as she heals up, she says, "Yes, that's better, but now you look like you got into a fight with a cat. " She gives Gwen a half hug about the hip, then starts to pour in some more bacon strips into the pan. "So, Sam, what you're saying is that you made out with Alexis but you won't tell us directly?" She smirks at him.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles madly and points at Sam. "You said you /thought/ you were going to have to call Triage or I, which means in the end it wasn't bad enough for you to have to. So I'll worry about the road pizza thugs later. There's much more important things to do right now. Like this." And... she actually bursts out into song, right then and there!

"He kissed a girl and he liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
He kissed a girl just to try it
He hopes his lil' sis don't mind it!"

Even as much as she is giggling and singing at Sam just to roast him alive, she does hold still to let Gwendolyn have a look at the cuts; they are not bleeding at all, as they weren't bleeding on Andrea, either. It seems to be a one-for-one transfer here. But she lets her see that for herself, and just smiles.

"I've taken worse and you know it, Andrea. Besides, by afternoon I'll be fine. Healing factor's been getting stronger each time, so this is actually doing me a favor, trust me." She smiles just to allay Andrea's worries.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Good thing she didn't open the bandages or break any sterile seals. Looking from the cuts to Shannon and back again, the insect-winged girl can only shrug and put the tacklebox away, wobbling a little from the hug from Andrea. Say what you will, there's a lot of force in the wolf-girl's body.

"Oh, while I'm thinking about it." She swivels on the ball of her foot and traipses to the refrigerator, withdrawing a black plastic to-go container that the kitchen normally uses for storing leftovers. "Since we weren't able to get together last night, Shannon, I made you lunch. Throw it in the oven for, like, ten minutes and you've got Honey Garlic salmon, asparagus, and Dirty Sweet Potato fries."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to them and says "Umm Andrea, Jay's powers don't let him heal others. Wings, regeneration and the voice. unless he has pulled something else out that Ah aint heard about. " He is temped to say something that would shock the ladies, but he aint that crude not even for the joke. "And was not a date really we ran into some guys messing with a girl whose eyes glowed in the dark. Kicked their butts, and ended up going by to her place, and got to meet her roomate Warrior Joe, reminds me Ah need to stop and pick her up one of those batons like Ah got Sam.

Rage has posed:
There's a blink of confusion upon Andrea's face, followed by tilting her head up. "He can't heal others, only himself? Huh." She pauses. "Welp. I just learned something new. My bad." She concedes, then flips the back on to a plate and puts it on the table next to the eggs. "Soooo you went back to her place and made out? Nice." She teases Sam. "Did you kiss her, or did she kiss you? Give us details."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and grins at Andrea. "From what I've seen of her so far, I'd say it's far more likely that he kissed her first. But I could be wrong!" Yes, it seems the scuffle between Sam, Alexis, and the thugs is completely glossed over by most in the room, with the 'date' afterwards being of far greater inderest. "Yes, big brother, give us the 4-1-1! Deets, man, deets!" Gwendolyn gets a smile of gratitude, the container accepted with a gentle hug. "Thanks! Looks like I'll feast today!"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwen shows off the cooked dish and closes it, putting it back into the fridge to stay cool because salmon living in a backpack for several hours is probably not the best thing for freshness, good taste, or health, but with Shannon's healing ability, it might not affect her as badly as it might others. Still, better safe than sorry. "You're welcome. I made a few of them, actually, so if someone wants to eat something different today, take one of the plastic containers, put it all on a plate, put the plate in the oven for, like, ten minutes at 300 to heat through." She grins and saunters over to plunk back on her seat, watching the food get made, her stomach growling. "Cook faster, Bacon. Momma needs some of your porky goodness."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to the girls, and says "She and ah had a good time, and we talked a bit and got to know one another a bit better. He starts cooking the gravy and says "You want to ask about if we kissed or what not you can ask her." He says to the girls.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon squeals with laughter, her wings spreading out to nearly their full span in her mirthful outburst. "We don't have to ask, big brother. We might be young but we ain't dumb. Ya sucked face!" Clapping with glee, she grins wide. "Oh trust me, I'll ask her anyways, just to give ya both crap. In between putting bamboo under her fingernails to deter her from ever hurting you."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn rolls her eyes and giggles. "A non-answer is still an answer, Sammy. And if you don't give us what we want, we get to do all sorts of things like 'make it up as we go along.'" Yes, she even uses air quotes. "So what do you think happened, Shannon? A romantic carriage ride through the park, a string quartet at the corner playing Heart's 'Love is a Battlefield' while they gaze longingly into each other's eyes. "Oh Sam." Her voice goes falsetto. "How I want to feel your manly arms around me, and your soft, manly lips. Being Manly. Maaaannnnlyyyyy."

Prismatic has posed:
    That's when somone who shouldn't be at the mansion walks in, wearing a pair of soft looking slippers and pink and apricot striped pajama pants, and markedly one of Sam's T-shirts, hanging down past her hips and nearly to her knees, with a sweatshirt hanging off her shoulders. Her dark hair is pulled back into a messy bun instead of under her usual beanie, and she has a pair of glasses perched on her nose, bleerily peering through the remnants of sleep.

    She pauses at the entrance to the kitchen, blinking at the assembled young ladies and Sam, gives a sniff at the air and asks:

    "... is that bacon?"

Rage has posed:
Laughing at Gwen, Andrea is in stitches. She is wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a baggy sweater herself, fresh out of a shower. Bacon and eggs are on the table, ready for consumption. As she gives an amused look at her friends, she tilts her head over to Alexis who waddles over in her pajamas.

"SAM. You /literally/ cannot give me a lick of crap for crashing in your brother's room from here out. My nose was right!"

She has a wolfish grin upon her face as she lobs some bacon into her mouth for a crunch. "Hey Aleeeexis, good morning. Sam was totally not telling us about how you two smooched on a night of beating up bad guys on your date."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Yup, eggs, and biscuits and gravy, still gotta get the grits done." he says with a smile. He Looks at the girls and specifically Gwen "Oh nice idea have to remember that one." He looks over to Andrea, and says "One, Ah am an adult, and slept on the floor while she slept in the bed nothing happened. Two was no trying to sneak out. Ah knew she was coming down here after she got her shower. " He does blush just a little and says "Alexis, you know Andrea, and Shannon, our third tormenter here is Gwendolyn, Gwen this is Alexis."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon is in her dark blue jeans, knee-length caramel suede boots, and a white t-shirt instead of anything overly fancy like her usual sweater. However, it looks as if she's got some cuts on her face and arms that are well on their way to healing, like she'd gone ten rounds trying to get a cat into a bath--and lost. She reaches for a piece of bacon and grins at Alexis as well, brandishing the bacon like a fencing foil. "En garde! Since Sam is clamming up, and we'd rather not make up stories that aren't true, we need the deets from another woman. Who smooched who last night?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Hello!" Gwendolyn says cheerily from her spot near the bar, giving Alexis a wave from her seat. Since she's not been met before, it may seem a little odd that she's wearing a visor similar to Cyclops's with coverings for her ears - and has antenna growing out of her forehead - but with some of the people running around the X-mansion, that's probably not a big thing. She leans over and starts making a plate, sitting back with a nicely-sized mound of the stuff. Eggs and bacon, get in mah belly! "Was it romantic? Was there music? My guess was Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar." Gwendolyn takes a bite of bacon. "Was it manly?" She pokes the bacon at Samuel, giggling. "Maaaaannnnnlllyyyyy."

Prismatic has posed:
    "How do you do, Miss Gwendolyn?" Alexis gives a nod to the stranger, though her eyes linger on the hardware for a half second longer than would really be polite "and good morning, Shannon, Andrea." she replies, and she looks over to Sam, and rubs the back of her head a moment as her lips purse.

    "Well... first we came accriss a few fellows being rather boorish, I was shot, and Sam insisted on seeing me safely home." she explains, taking a seat at the bar to be nearer to Sam. "He met my roommate, and after ensuring that I wasn't in need of a doctor he invited me to the school in order to view the facilities." she replies, completely skipping over the kiss.

    "I suppose he is quite manly when in combat? Then again, it's mostly in his nature to be rather masculine, with the farm work and Southern charm, isn't it?"

Rage has posed:
"So, he invited you over to see the facilities, while telling you to bring a spare change of clothes, huh?" Andrea says with an amused grin as she hops on the top of a counter, legs swaying back and forth. "Annnnnd... the kiss?" She says, the glances over to Gwen and Shannon. "Was his /manly/ lips as soft as corn husks? Was smooching him everything you thought it'd be?"

Then, just to twist the knife a bit, she starts to sing in a beautiful voice. She is obviously a Disney girl.

"Theeeere, you see her!
Sitting there across the way!
She don't got a lot to say but there's something aboooout her!"

"And you don't know why, but you're dying to try,
You wanna kiiiiisss the girl!"

She pops her brows up and down playfully at them.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to Alexis, and says "Sorry Ah should have warned you about this." he will give her a smile still blushing a bit though. He does start the grits cooking and will ask "You want some of what's done or want to wait on the grits. More a farm house breakfast this morning and the smell of food may draw more.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon joins right in with Andrea, grinning from ear to ear. Oh yes, this is a song she knows well!

"Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she want you too
There is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl!"

She gestures to Gwendolyn to join in the singing, her eyes twinkling with mirth and her wings outspread like some strange, feathery stage backdrop for those singing to tease the lovebirds.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
God, if she only had maracas! Gwendolyn rummages about in one of the drawers and comes up with two spoons to act as percussion. And yes, she knows the song. It's in the DNA of every little girl that grew up in the years past it.

Sha la la la la la la
My oh my
Looks like the boy's too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl!

Her spoons clink together in time, swaying with the music, as it were. And the playful teasing overrides the look she got from Alexis - she's got antenna. She's used to getting second or third looks.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Well, I--" Alexis begins, looking down at the shirt she borrowed from Sam and her pajama pants as her ears turn pink -- not blushing, but actual pink from embarrassment, her fingers also turning a little pink as the trio starts singing.

    And in proper fashion, she ignores the roasting the best she can as they turn breakfast into a Disney Sing-Along, and she replies conversationally to Sam:

    "I'll be happy to get started on some bacon and eggs, I can't tell you the last time I've had a home-cooked meal." she replies to him, "Is there maple syrup to go with the grits?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The food has summoned more. Bacon had met pan, eggs were stirred and cookery had ensued. Therefore, the summoning was complete, and before long a wild Samuel Morgan appears, the inimitable Bean flanked by his German Shepherd Bear. It is, in fact, the dog that enters first when the door opens, and seems to take a look around. Even without his vest on, Bear seems to know what is expected of him, giving a soft 'whurf' over his shoulder to let Bean know that it's okay to enter.

    And so the mutant does, dressed even at this early hour in his usual outfit of combat boots, cargo slacks and unmarked grey hoodie. "Did I just walk into a musical?" He leads Bear to his bowl and fills it up with kibble found in one of the lower cabinets, patting his pupper pal as he starts to eat. "Eat up buddy."

Rage has posed:
As her voice soars out through the chorus, Andrea is feeling her groove now as the three voices come together in harmony. She almost forgets that she is teasing Sam and Alexis, and instead powers through the vocals of the song, tapping her feet against the back of the counter in time of Gwen's spoons.

When the song comes to an end, she looks proud for a moment, then clears her throat as she rubs the back of her neck. She plucks up a piece of bacon and takes a crunchy bite, smirking over towards Sam. "You two really won't tell us? I'm so tempted to text Emma." She huffs out softly. Then, when Bean and Bear make their way into the kitchen, she offers up a smile to her friend. As her eyes fall upon Bear, she stares at him for a moment and freezes. Tilting her head to one side, she clears her throat.

".. No. No, I'm.. you need to shut up." She hisses to herself, smacking the side of her head quite roughly. "Not right now." Oh boy.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon high-fives both Andrea and Gwen, grinning widely at Cannonball and Alexis. "You two might as well just give in." The pair of them get serenaded with a bevy of silly kissing noises, and much mirthful giggling. "Come on..."

Even the distraction of Bean's entrance with the indomitable Bear by his side is momentary, with a broad smile and a wave offered to both. "'morning! You're just in time for the morning roasting! Seems we have a problem on our hands that might be uniquely suited to your talents. We have Cannonball and Alexis here, who just are /not/ proving willing to admit to the likelihood that they smooched last night. Consider the evidence. She sleeps over, in what looks like one of /his/ shirts? They get in late to begin with?" She glances briefly down at Bear, then back up at Bean, hesitating a moment. "Is it okay to pet him?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will dish up some food for Alexis even giving her a fresh biscuit as it comes out of the oven. "We should we have a Canadian or two around on a regular bases," He grins and as the new two come in "This is Samuel, goes by Bean when we are in the same room, and the pupper is Bear." He says as the song finishes. "And fair warning this is pretty much a normal day around here." As the grits finish up he will work on some biscuits and gravy for himself

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Returning that high five and smiling happily, Gwendolyn's plate - now finished - is pushed aside to be cleaned later, and Bean gets a wave, along with bear, who gets two fingers wiggled at him. Service animals mean 'do not touch while at work' so she lets Shannon ask the question. Of /course/ she wants to pet Bear! It's a dog named Bear! She's not some kind of monster, despite external looks. "He's being quite difficult, actually, not responding, making us resort to flattery, teasing, and outright puns. It's terrible, I tell you. Terrible."

Andrea hitting herself in the head - Gwen's done that when she had a headache but never when a dog comes into the room. Slipping out of her chair, her heels thumping on the ground as she lands, she wanders over to Andrea and puts a hand on her shoulder, not saying anything, but just being there. Kind of like a cheetah's support dog.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Good morning, Bean, Alexis Carr, a pleasure to meet you." she states to the new comer with a wave, "Hullo, Bear. Service dog?" she questions politely as she accepts a biscuit and plate of food, and she exhales a moment as she purses her lips.

    "Neither a lady nor a gentleman will kiss and tell, corn husk lips not withstanding." she states wisely, "/Especially/ when regaled by Little Mermaid songs." she adds, pulling her biscuit apart in half as she gives a little look over to Guthrie with a wry grin.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "When we're both done eating, I'm going to go play with him a bit in the back yard. It'll be okay to pet him then." And yes, Bean is being quite strict about that. Bear might not be wearing his vest, but it's important he learns to distinguish play time from work time.

    As he stands, the teenager nods to Alexis. "Good morning. We've met, but we've never been introduced. And yes... psychiatric assistance dog." It seems he's ignoring the odd atmosphere altogether, as if people sleeping over is just one of those things that happens. Instead he gets his own plate and cutlery to start breakfast, sliding his place setting among the others at the kitchen island. "Sounds like you need someone skilled in interrogation and advanced questioning." He'll let that hang in the air while helping himself to the eggs and bacon. Is there any finer breakfast? Not for someone who already ran a few miles before dawn.

Rage has posed:
Whap. Whap. Whap. Andrea swats herself in the side of the head a few more times.

~He looks strong! I want him!~

<<NO. I am a /person/. That is a dog! >>

~He has wolf in him. He is no dog.~

<< This is not happening. I will /literally/ blow my own head off if that what it takes >>

~You mate with red winged chicken.~

<< I AM NOT. SHUT UP! >>

There is a war going on in Andrea's head, then jolts as Gwen touches her on the shoulder. The hair on her arms is sticking upwards and she looks flushed. Her eyes blink a few times, then gives a shake of her head. "Yes! Sam needs to be interrogated. Get a butterknife. This is so not fair. We wanna knoooow! This is /important/ to us. Important to our.. education.. and .. development as young women." She says, giving a firm nod to Shannon and Gwen, then grins at Samuel, purposely not looking at Bear.

She can hear that bitch laughing in the back of her head.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods to Bean and steps a little bit back from Bear, tucking her wings in behind her so as to present as perhaps a little more friendly, and a little less like a winged creature preparing to attack. "Right, maybe a little bit later, then."

As she listens to Andrea, glancing between her, Gwendolyn, Cannonball, and Alexis, a few shadows haunt the depths of her eyes, though her smile remains. A couple feathers flutter to the ground and she just smiles to the pair of lovebirds, saying nothing for now. Perhaps someday....

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will make himself his plate which has biscuits and gravy, bacon, and cheesy grits. He brings his plate, and the syrup over to sit it besides Alexis, and says "What would ya like to drink?" and to the group he says "Ah am so going to remember this when I make the chore list this week." He teases them a bit.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn lightly pats Andrea on the shoulder now that she's not as focused on Bear as she was prior. Not knowing what Andrea was capable of - being a wolfy-type and all - she thought it might be best to get in the way, a little. "Come on, let's let it drop. Cannonball, there, isn't going to crack without video evidence or something like that. Come get some bacon."

Prismatic has posed:
    "I see, do let me know if I'm doing anything wrong about him. I'm afraid my experience with working dogs is limited to encountering them in airports and the terriers at my uncle's villa."

    When Cannonball makes his approach, Alexis gives a little look up to Sam, her fingers entwining with his beneath the table for a brief moment before releasing his hand, and she gives a small exhale. "Ah, just a cup of tea? Or juice? I'm not particular." she replies, and she gives a sweet smile to Shannon and Gwen and Andrea, thankful to have some of the heat lifted as she pokes at her eggs.

    "Incidentally, Sam's been talking about taking me up here for a while. I've had a day pack set, but found my pajama shirt was a little... well. Hole-y. Didn't feel right, but Sam was kind enough to let me borrow a shirt for the evening. We came in pretty late --" she shifts her weight, and makes an uncomfortable looking face a moment before she continues: "

Prismatic has posed:
    "We didn't want to wake anyone up, which is why he was kind enough to take the floor, so we wouldn't have to wake Shannon up."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Just ignore him for the moment, unless he tries to get your attention. There's probably a reason if he is." Bear, for all his responsibilities, seems to be a very relaxed and relatively young dog, with the distinctive 'floof' between his expressive ears. Neither he nor Bean is aware of Andrea's inner dialogue, and Bean himself is ignoring quite a few things. Andrea banging her own head? Nope, not getting involved. Shannon covered in scratches as if she got between a cat and its food? Nope, don't want to know. Alexis clearly wearing one of Sam's shirts? Absolutely not his business. Right now, his business is breakfast.

    He also doesn't know how much Alexis knows about the school, so he's sticking to strictly neutral topics. "Wait, chores are supposed to be punitive? We're doing something wrong then..."

Rage has posed:
Grinning at Gwen, it appears Andrea has her head on tight once more. No more whapping. It seems she has finally been able to shut 'her' up. This feels more like a Monday for her.

"Well, Alexis, maybe we can get the Guthrie brothers out for a night of dinner someday. I think it'd be fun. My treat." She is going to drop the kissing thing, for now. They all know the truth!

"If you're into Italian, I can make reservations for this place that I /adore/ and I haven't had a chance to go to for almost a year."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon loads up a plate full of eggs, bacon, sausage and biscuits, and all the other breakfast goodies that have been made, going heavy on the protein for the time being. As she makes her way towards the door, she glances back at Alexis and Sam. "So should I still anticipate a roommate at this stage? I was kind of looking forward to it but if you two have already made other arrangements, that's fine too. Just let me know either way...."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will move to get himself and Alexi both a glass of juice, and says "Well it is up to Alexi, Ah am good with either way but don't want to be forward." He looks over to Alexis as he sits down sitting her drink down for her "And we might just have to have a chat on the subject of tea." He teases abit.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Mine is hot, no sugar, lemon. Yours generally iced with an /obscene/ amount of sugar, right? I've had sweet tea. Good Lord." Alexis states, and she gives a wry smile to Sam before she gives a small nod to Bean with a little smile, and glances to her fingers, which are still bright pink.

    "Ah, I don't think it would be wise for me to actually move in with Sam, Shannon, after all we're still not even a month in, and I'd hate to cause any trouble with the other staff or faculty at this school -- speaking of, I... have never been to a private school where students were permitted to cook their own breakfasts... or do chores... is... this actually a school?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly. "It is, very much so. In point of fact, that's how I met Sam. It was just maybe a day or so after my own arrival here, and he was cooking up some of that fried chicken of his." She smiles somewhat, a couple feathers dropping to the ground, her wings ruffling behind her. "In point of fact, cooking is far from discouraged. Especially, it seems, where it comes to Sam's fried chicken, my mac 'n cheese, or Gwendolyn's po'boys. As for chores, well, neither are those. We're all a family here, and we all try to do our part where we can. You'll find me out in the stables a lot, as it turns out to be very good strength training. Sam and Logan both have insisted on keeping me on my toes there." She smiles a little bit, nibbling on some of the bacon. "I'll look forward to having a roommate while you're here, then. Maybe later I can show you my new guitar...?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn reaches over and nonchalantly plucks one of Shannon's loose feathers in an easy, smooth movement, going back to eating her breakfast without really saying anything. "We're getting roommates?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "It's one of the finest private schools in the state." Bean answers, knowing the cover story and sticking to it. He's used to being secretive at any rate, and being convincing about it. "It's, as you might notice, a bit more of a family atmosphere, but considering this is a boarding school and a lot of the students spend most of their time here, I think it's part of Professor Xavier's philosophies that students who work together outside of school as well as during school hours, are more productive and, in general, forge relationships that will last for more than just their student years." Egg. Bacon. Nom. "There's a long list of alumni that could testify to that."

    Bear has finished eating, and traipses to come to set next to Bean. There are, of course, a few longing eyes swiveled towards the bacon, but no treats are forthcoming.

Prismatic has posed:
    "I know it's a school specializing in mutant teens. Everyone I've met associated with it has been a mutant, some with more obvious mutations than others." Alexis comments, giving a nod to Shannon and Gwendolyn's retreating form, and she stirs her eggs again.

    "I pass for human, most days, but I live in Mutant Town and have largely been on my own for the last few years. Self-Emancipation, you might consider it." she replies quietly, and she exhales a moment, and rubs the back of her head.

    "And, to be up-front, I had encountered another mutant who spoke rather poorly about the school, that it was a front for something else, before I met Sam." she looks to the assembled others, her shoulders rising, and she can feel the layer beneath her skin change, color rippling along her visible skin and turning her dark complexion to a brilliant, glowing pink in embarrassment.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Tes is much better sweet and with ice." He comments but does smile at her, and says "The professor started the school with very few students, and then we have added students who do not have any family any more, we give the students chores, and if they do ones beyond their assignment they can earn extra spending money. We have all the normal type of classes but we do have a bit of a difference, as lots of the kids have special needs." Sam;'s broiw raises a bit and says "May I ask, who was speaking bad about us?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods to Gwendolyn and smiles somewhat. "I am, anyways. When Alexis comes to visit, at least for a while, she'll hopefully be bunking down in my dorm. I've really been looking forward to it, if it's still what they want. Hell, it'd be a nice change for once." And just like that, Gwendolyn is gone.

Alexis' remark gets a distinct frown, and she purses her lips. "Who was saying bad things about the school, and just what were they saying the school is supposedly a front for?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Crazy talk." is Bean's measured response to that accusation, at least about the school being a front for something else. He looks at the piece of bacon Gwendolyn left for Bear and looks none too pleased about it. At least Bear hasn't seen fit to devour it yet, so Bean has a chance to quickly grab it while he's standing from his breakfast, holding it up for Sam to see. "This? This is not cool. I thought there was an email that went around the school?"

    The offending bacon goes in the trash, and the dishes get loaded into the dishwasher. Yes, there's a sink, but now is likely not the time to start running the water to do dishes. "Some mutants are that lucky, yeah. They can pass for human most of the time." If this is a school for mutants, what's Bean doing here?

Prismatic has posed:
    "I... don't know the name. We ran into some trouble on the street, he lent a hand and I paid him back in a slice of Pizza." Alexis replies, a little defensively as she looks around to the trio remaining, and she pokes a little at her grits.

    "Back when I very, very briefly entertained a career in superheroism and not street musical and tutoring." she jokes lightly, and she breathes out Her color returns to normal, that sun-kissed Mediterranian olive tone, and she glances around the others.

    "Besides, a school acting as a front for mutant supremicists sounds like something from a kid's book." she dismisses the notion, "... but I am fully for any services rendered for those who need. I work with a couple of shelters in-town. They helped me when I had no one, and it's nice to return the favor."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes and bursts out laughing. "Oh my god... mutant supremacists? Now that's rich. That's really rich. That's precisely the opposite of the intent of this place." Her shoulders shake with laughter and she shakes her head, poking at the eggs on her plate with a fork, and nibbling away. Some of the scratches on her arms and face have already begun to fade, though the rest may take a few hours. "The whole dream behind this place was working towards ways that humans and mutants could live together in peace."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to them and says "We don't believe supremist, our goal is aligns with X-corp, we are hoping to find ways of human and mutant living working together realizing that in the end we are all earthlings and even those aren't are still just folks. We have had people here who do believe mutant kind are better, and had some who think less of themselves because they are mutants. In general honestly our goal is to help mutants be able to fit in with society." He looks over to Bean and says "Ah will talk to her, but Ah believe she thought she could do normal dog stuff when he was not in his duty uniform. Even so she should have asked you first,.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "It's a fair mistake." It doesn't seem like Bean can be angry for very long, at least not about someone trying to be nice to Bear. The crafty canine seems glued to his side, staying with him whatever he might be doing. "You're not going to find any mutant supremacists here, that's for sure."

Triage has posed:
Shannon's laughter brings a curious bypasser into the kitchen from to foyer. Chris strolls into the room and waves. "Is this a private party?" he questions, knowing very well that the kitchen is hardly the place for any privacy. It is often the hub of social life at the school. "How is everyone?" he asks. His eyes fall on Shannon and hesitate for a moment. "Did someone bring trouble into our haven?"

Haunt has posed:
All of the loose objects in the kitchen begin to shudder. In a line, one at a time, each of the cupboards blows open. It's sequential: one then the other pop open, flung all down the row like an invisible poltergeist just ran through. The pots vibrate against each other, causing a LOT of noise. It's not just pans, either.

Dishes in the dishwasher and sink rattle, plates with food on them start to migrate across the table, salt shakers fall over, two knifes fall out of the knife block. The refrigerator opens and a few things fall out of it onto the floor: one of which was glass, and it shatters with a resounding crack, blueberry jam now on the floor. Cups and plates are starting to edge out of the open cupboards, as if they were all tempted to make the leap onto the floor as well!

Prismatic has posed:
    "What? Trouble? I didn't bring any trou--" Alexis begins, the young woman clad in one of Sam Gutherie's shirts and a pair of PJ pants with soft, floofy slippers on gives a sudden pause at the rattling begins.

    "... Earthquake?" she asks, and then the rattles pick up in tone and in violence. Alexis's eyes go open wide as she edges closer to Sam, unsure of what's going on, and she gives a loud resounding cry at the sound of the jam committing itself to the abyss of the kitchen floor.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head and smiles at Chris. "No, just it seems Andrea ran into a little something last evening, and I wanted to save her the trouble of having to shift to heal herself, when I know shifting causes her a lot of pain. It's all good, they're just minor cuts, even if there's a lot of them."

Just then, as she's about to take a bite of her eggs, all hell breaks loose. Pots and pans and dishes go rattling, and an unknown poltergeist strikes. "What the...?" But, she just grips her plate a little tighter to keep it from joining the rest, thinking back to what Andrea was saying earlier.

It all clicks. They have a guest. She calls out, keeping her voice soft so as not to further startle a possibly skittish youth.

"Hello? Who's in here? It's okay, we'd love to have you join us for some breakfast, if you want?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks around and tenses a moment as things start to move, and says "Brad, is that you? I am Jay's brother no need to be scared or anything if you need some help finding a chair we can help you out. Brad here is another guest, and may be joining the school. If you would like to introduce yourself to Brad, please say Hey as I say your name, Brad needs sound to be able to identify you and where you are." He will say "I am Sam, this is Alexis she is another guest, Bean, he is a student, Shannon another student and Chris is staff assistant like myself. He pauses each time to let one says their name. If you help us locate you will help you find a seat and something to eat?

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "There's no trouble h--" Bean begins with a smile to Chris. And then, of course, it begins. The cabinets popping open, the rattle of plates and pots, sounding like the clattering of a tank... sounding like the concussion of an artillery shell landing nearby. The sudden crack when the jam leaps onto the ground. Heart rate spikes and emotion flees from Bean's face, eyes suddenly narrow as he draws up into a defensive posture and looks for threats, hands curled into fists, right hand dropping down to...

    *Oof*

    The moment Bear notices Bean get ready to fight, the German Shepherd rears up, places both his front paws on Bean's chest and pushes. The teenager totters for a moment, is brought to the ground safely with the aid of the surprisingly strong dog, who immediately comes to sit on top of him. But Bear is clearly unhappy about something, licking Bean's face to get him to calm down.

Triage has posed:
Chris turns his attention from Shannon when she confirms that all is reassonably well, although he continues to frown after having noticed the gashes and other wounds. Then the chaos comes. He glances around the room when cabinets open and loose items of all kinds relocate themselves, some moving slightly and others crashing with force. The jar of jam falling from the refrigerator particularly startles him. "What ...?" he starts to ask. Then he notice's Sam's reaction and his head cocks. "The visitr?" he wonders. He takes a slow breath and glances around the room, searching instinctively for what others might not see.

Prismatic has posed:
    Another student?

    Poor kid!

    Alexis takes a deep breath, and she pulls the chair next to her out loudly, letting it squeak against the floor.

    "Hullo!" she states after introduction, "I'm Alexis, I'm a friend of Sam's. There's a seat next to me if you'd like to sit!" she calls out, "I like meeting new people."

Haunt has posed:
"I'm not /scared/," answers a new voice from roughly the vicinity of the doorway, insulted. There's nobody there, visually. It's very disembodied. Brad's found the doorway from the hall. The sounds of voices drew him: and all of the ruckus probably distracted everyone, so that he could size up the room. Scared though? He has the teenage boy snark: scared is for babies!

"This place is just giant. I found your kitchen on my own." Brad does have to speak over the noise, but isn't shouting.

The rattling intensifies, though, as everyone in the room begins to talk towards him, and Brad's anxiety about it flares. The cupboards don't stay open, they start to flap. He starts to withdraw back into the hallway, though only Triage is probably able to 'see' it.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Oh sorry Brad, did not mean to upset you, Ah know I would be a bit concerned in a new place, lots of people I don't know and having a bit of difficulty finding your way around, but you have done very well true." His voice raised to be able to be heard but trying to help provide calm and a centering spot. Your welcome to join us for breakfast, we have bacon and eggs, biscuits, gravy and grits. " He will add " Com sit next to Alexis and I will get you and Chris here some food, I would wager your both hungry. you want big helpings Chris?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There's nothing for it, Bean has to hug Bear around the neck and pat him. Oh, woe is him... such an onerous task. It does help him to calm down, and think about this rationally. "It's all cool man, don't worry. This place is a maze, it took me a week to see it all."

    Bear peers in the direction of the disembodied voice, with a tilted head that seems to indicate a bit of confusion. But a scritch between the ears sets that right, and despite the noise the Shepherd lets Bean stand up again. See, for that he has earned himself a treat, a quick biscuit that Bean gives him from one of those capacious pockets on his pants. "Good boy. Good boy, Bear."

    Crunch goes the biscuit as Bear sits once more, tail thumping the ground. He knows he's a good boy, but it's great to hear someone say it. Now who is that interesting invisible smell? "I'm Sam too, but people call me Bean because two Sams in a room tends to confuse people. This here's Bear..." which earns the dog another affectionate pat. "... he's good with moods. Really good."

Triage has posed:
Chris stops his scan of the room at the door. He nods. "Okay. I can see you. Are you having trouble with your eyes? If so, stay where you are. I'll come to you." He starts to cross the room slowly, having now idea how the visitor might react. "I'm almost there. When I'm within reach, I'll nudge your arm with my elbow. Take my arm and I'll guide you to the table." He looks back to the others. "Stay clear of the refrigerator. I'll clean up that mess. I few shards of glass won't matter."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Can't hardly tell ages m'self." Alexis replies with a small shrug, giving a small wave to Chris as well as he makes his entrance, and she exhales.

    "C'mon in, Brad. I had to find the kitchen from one of the gentlemen's dorm rooms myself. Awful large, this place. Followed the smell of bacon to breakfast, though." she replies conversationally to the invisible lad, sitting up a little bit again.

Haunt has posed:
"Giant strange building with weird passageways and unknown mutant powers everywhere, what's to worry about," Brad asks, amused. He doesn't /sound/ afraid: it's more defensive and joking, his tone. If he's scared he's covering it with bravado. He stays near the door, but the storm of insanity of the room calms: the cupboards do stay open, ALL of them, but they stop flapping around and the general rattling reduces. Now and then something twitches, or there's some shifting sounds around the kitchen, but it isn't like a psychic tornado is about to hit.

It's going to be impossible to tell where Brad is, after he gets quiet. He could be in the doorway. Or in a chair. Invisible people are hard to track. "Who said I had trouble? I'm okay," Brad assures Chris, backing off when approached: his voice proves he's gone further away, not into the kitchen. He does it to entirely evade Chris and come around him, as if he had something to prove. Maybe he does.

His voice next is inside the kitchen. "Keep your pet controlled, please," Brad asks, skeptical of the animal.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over towards where the voice comes from and keeps his own voice calm, and says "Bear is not a pet , he is Sam's service companion. He helps him out when he senses Sam needs help." Sam does not go into more detail on that. He tries to keep everything good, and once things have settled down a little he tries with the food again "Is there any of the food I mentioned you would like while I am getting some for Chris?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "He's not a pet." Bean clarifies, nodding to Sam and hugging Bear around the neck, running fingers through the dog's fur. It's a sign of anxiety, because Bean is awkward with complete strangers at the best of times, and certainly no better with strangers he can't actually see... who coincidentally, can also make the place shake as if a tornado is going through. Standing up, he looks down at Bear "Stay with me boy. And watch out for the..." Glass. Yeah. Hmmm. With an indulgent smile, he kneels down and pats his shoulder "Up you come, let's get you somewhere that's not covered in glass."

    Bear puts his forelegs on Bean's shoulders, and gets carried clear of the broken jar and miscellaneous detritus, all the while looking over the teenager's shoulder with that huge doggie grin. Look at me, I'm tall! "He won't bother you."

Triage has posed:
Chris nods when Brad sidesteps and ventures into the room. Seeing that he can tend to other crises, he gathers a trash can and several damp cloths. Then he heads for the refrigerator to begin the process of collecting shards and then cleaning jam from the floor. "Don't worry about me for now, Sam!" he calls. Then he sets to work. "The kitchen needs frequent cleaning even in the best of times," he adds.

Haunt has posed:
Glass? As Beansam brings up the glass, the glass starts to move, and swirl around on the floor. Mini tornado. The jam smears around, but the glass is lifted. It spins around in a small cloud, draws inwards, and deposits to one side: gathered up into a little goo pile. There. It works in tandem with what Chris is doing: putting it all in one spot. Easy. "Sorry."

"Okay. No offense about the dog. I can't tell, and he's big, and jumping on people," Brad observes to Beansam. It isn't insulted; it's just explanation. From the invisible person that's moved out of the way. "I'm in this chair," Brad says, clearly moving the chair he's now in. Some of the things on the table move around a little: localized poltergeist to the plates of food and syrup. "I smell bacon? I can have that?" Brad asks, a bit quietly. The weird situation is taking it's toll.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Of course. Sam -- regular Sam -- has made plenty to go about. Bacon, eggs, grits, biscuits, gravy --" the British accent of Alexis rings out friendly-like. "I can get you some juice or coffee -- or /proper/ tea if you'd like." she offers, giving a smile in the direction of Brad's voice.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will smiles at Alexis and says "She means hot tea, but we do have sweet tea as well if you prefer. He will dish up what ever the young man wants to have to eat. He looks over to the Other Sam and says "Ah think Bear likes when you carry him like that. When he has what Brad wants he will bring it over placing it in front of the chair. If Sam bumps into him it is gently, and will get a "sorry about that." and then Sam will move towards his seat, letting Alexis help as wel.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "None taken man. He's my spare brain." And Bean puts Bear back down once it's clear there's no hazards remaining. He still pats his leg twice to make it clear he expects him to stick close, although Bear keeps glancing towards the source of the voice. He's tuned and trained to detect anxiety, among other things... It's a glance that doesn't escape Bean's notice.

    "He jumped on me because I was in danger of hurting someone. Possibly. PTSD, anxiety, all that good stuff. Some anger issues. Bear thinks straight when I can't." Not to mention just be there when needed. With the jittering, the tone of voice... Bean is starting to suspect that Bear has found someone else in need of his talents. "Plenty of food to go around, and it's all gotta go."

Haunt has posed:
"Eggs and bacon is perfect, really. Toast. Tea? Bleh, I'll take juice," answers Brad. His voice lends on the younger side when he starts to relax: vocally, he sounds around fifteen or so. Anxiety made his voice somewhat strained and pitchy. "Thank you. If you have a sweatshirt or something, I'll wear it. I just didn't have something." A pause. "I mean, I'll wear it for a little while so you can tell where I am. If that helps you."

"This is all really weird to me. I don't do --- this." And he isn't sure how to act.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis shrugs out of her own sweatshirt, leaving her in Guthries' tee, and offers it out to the invisible boy, "I've got one I can loan you. It's a little big." she states, giving it a wiggle so that the zipper jingles against the metal teeth, like the slight noise would help out.

    "Also what is it that you don't like about /tea/? It's perfectly versitile."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will get Brad some juice while Alexis hands over her sweatshirt and says "We can get you a set of school sweats after breakfast if you like. I know we are a bit weird, but as Ah am sure Andrea and my brother told you we are a school who seek to help folks get an education and find their place they fit in." Once sitting again, he will munch a piece of his bacon and scoop up what is now more cheesy sand than cheesy grits probbaly, but he does not complain.

Haunt has posed:
"Sure. I'm more of a Mountain Dew kind of guy, I guess. Tea's bland, kinda like grass-flavored water," Brad says, amusement in his voice. "But I didn't grow up on tea, so, do what you gotta," Brad suggests. The sweatshirt is very funny to watch: it is accepted, and proceeds to flip over and turn, as Brad's invisible hands sort it out by touch. It oozes itself into a few positions as he locates the zipper of one side, feels down the sleeve: he's figuring out the orientation of the garment with touch only. The chair then scoots back, as Brad moves to pull the hoodie on. One arm, then the other. The hood is flipped up. It is a very strange shell of hoodie over an invisible head and torso. But Brad suddenly has a real presence in the room, not just disembodied voice from nowhere. He'll grow quiet and just eat his food: which disappears into an invisible place. It's an interesting show.

Prismatic has posed:
    Odd as it is to watch a sweatshirt sort itself out, Alexis is momentarily captivated by the process of Brad putting on the shirt, and then pursing her lips (and realizing she's staring, how very rude!), she gives a small shrug.

    "Then someone's been making your tea dreadfully wrong... but I do tend to find Mountain Dew tastes what I suppose the color Neon Green would taste like." she replies quietly. "Overly sweet>"

    She looks to Sam, however, and gives a little smile, stirring her own portion of grits and begins to actually work on eating all her food. So much breakfast.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit over at Alexis, and says "Breakfast here can be a bit hectic, we have a decent amount of students and most just hit the main breakfast out in the dining room, but some like to cook, or prefer smaller groups. as I was saying we try to make folks feel at home. Classes are small enough we actually get a pretty good feeling about the kids. I figure when we finish breakfast, take ya back up to the room let ya change and then give ya the 50 cents tour.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis gives a soft hum, and she raises her eyebrows a moment at the idea of the tour /only/ costing fifty cents.

    "This place is huge, but I can understand about both wanting to have a bit of a... private breakfast. This particular group seems pretty close." she replies softly, stirring her grits a moment before she finishes off with the last couple of bites.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yes, Ah work with all of them, and try to give them a bit of the feeling my class had when we first started here. We were pretty much the second class, and were still a small class. My best friends, and the best of peoples.

Prismatic has posed:
    "... I wish I could have known about this place sooner." Alexis replies, with a couple moments of wistfulness in her voice, but she gives a shake of her head, "Ah, well, no use regretting the past. It's done and over with." she comments quietly.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Not just friends," comes Shannon's voice, as she snaps out of whatever reverie had her thoughts a million miles away, while she was just nibbling on her breakfast. "Way more than friends. Family." Her voice thrums with emotion, though her outward mannerisms are calm, and her wings stretch out slowly behind her. She's since moved to sit on one of the stools by the counter in the interim, close enough to be near if needed or even wanted, but just far enough away to remain an unobtrusive presence otherwise.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will put an arm around Alexis, and says "Well hopeful you like it, if you do might be able to get you some work helping out with the music plans, and maybe even get you into some classes if there is anything your interested in. I am sure Allison could use some help with the mucis classes, we have a lot of students into music right now

Haunt has posed:
Brad, in his strange floating hoodie he was given to borrow, has been quiet about all of it; he's just eating. Which consists of a lot of things moving oddly around the plate he was given, and a floating fork. The food is, visually, twisting and finding its way to disappear into the hood area of the hoodie. If Brad minds being stared at he hasn't said anything about it, or much of the conversation. He finally finishes, collects his stuff, and rises: the floating hoodie takes the plate and cup to the sink. "I'm into music," he does say quietly.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Oh, are you, Brad?" Alexis inquires, happy to find a new conversation point with the invisible lad. "What... kind of music do the people here like? Baroque? Industrial Era Waltz? Sousa?" she offers as a musical joke, and she explains: "I studied piano, violin and voice, along with fencing and ballet. I'm certain I could find something I could teach someone." she jokes, "as long as I'm not asked to cook or tasked with maths."

Rage has posed:
Making her way back into the kitchen is Andrea, who had a few business meetings to take care of over the phone with her agent. "Hey guys. Still here, huh?" She has swapped her sweater for a tank top with a white t-shirt beneath it. She gives a glance over to the floating sweatshirt at the table. "Brad, that you?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit, glancing over at Brad. "Really? Do you enjoy playing any instruments?" It /is/ a little hard not to stare, but to glance away every so often could also be misconstrued. So she simply just looks over at him like she would anybody else, keeping her eyes where she anticipates his must surely be. "I play piano, flute, and sing alto. Alexis here forgot to mention she also plays guitar," she adds, with a small smile over to the aforementioned A-name musician. "And Andrea... oh gawd, if I had even half the talent she does..." She sighs softly, shaking her head. "That'd be the day, huh? But yeah, and Jay, I believe he sings, and if I remember Sam telling me right, there's a possibility he plays guitar. So, yeah, a lot of music in this place."

Haunt has posed:
"Slow eaters I guess," Brad answers Andrea, a smile in his voice. "Are there other invisible people here?" There's a massive amount of hope when he asks Andrea that. That would be incredible. The hope in his voice has a subtle longing.

He's by the sink, and some objects are moving around near him by it: he's trying to identify the soap, but gives up quickly and just leaves the things in the sink. It was getting to be overwhelming to try to figure it out, and the kitchen was starting to rattle. Better to just leave the things in the sink at that point. "I'm a drummer," Brad replies to Alexis, and starts to very obviously remove the hoodie. "It's one of the things I can still do like this. Um -- Do you want this back now?" He asks, assuming it's going to be yes.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Jay plays guitar, fiddle, and piano, but Ah swear, you put an instrument in his hand and he can play it. We have had people who could turn invisible in the past, but none here besides yourself currently. Would you like me to get you a set of school sweats Brad?"

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis blushes, and her vouce sounds flustered "I play guitar and teach guitar, but I never /studied/ guitar. Not in the same manner as piano and violin." she corrects Shannon quietly, and does, indeed, lean over to deliver a pinch to one of Shannon's wings when Brad begins to take off the sweatshirt, and she cheerily says: "Keep it, Brad. I have a couple more handy." she replies.

    "What kind of drumming? Marching band? Jazz? Rock? ... ancient Celt?"

Rage has posed:
As she heads over to Brad, Andrea gives a smile, even if he can't see it. "We have a few other students that are lower classmen that can turn invisible at will, but they don't seem to have the same powers you do. Some can bend light to make them invisible, some can just turn invisible. I have a question, were you blind before your powers, or after? I was wondering if they were linked." She reaches out for his hand after fumbling a bit and guessing where his arm and sleeve is. "This is my hand by the way. Also! Um... last night you had a bunch of clothes on." She pauses. ".. Does this mean you're.. " She leans forward to whisper as best she can for only him. "Naked?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon gasps at Andrea's question and flicks a piece of bacon at her. "Oh for god's sake, Andrea! Leave the kid /some/ mysteries!" Her face has gone beet red and she's giggling, now unable to get that visual from her mind. Ahem. Time for a change of subject, or a distraction!

A distraction does indeed happen; the pinch to her wing makes her yelp, and she gives Alexis a 'look'. "HEY... I didn't put myself down, I just said Andrea was more talented because it's true!"

Haunt has posed:
"Rock. Marching band was social death at my high school," Brad shares smoothly, "But I can tap out whatever, if you want some STOMP," A pause, and the whole kitchen explodes in noise again: but it's controlled. All the pans rattle from the left and curl around the set of cabinets, each door opening and then fluxing closed right as the next one opens. It's very precise and oddly musical, as if a drumroll just wandered through all of the kitchen cabinets, all the way over to the glasses. One of the glasses falls. Crash. "Oops."

So much for showing off.

"Could you.... not tell people I'm blind, please. I mean, I am, but I can figure out where you are, and they treat me like I'm broken," Brad murmurs when Andrea comes over and reaches for his arm. The touch there proves he's not naked: he has some sort of smooth fabric on his wrist when she finds him, like a snug thermal. "I'm not naked, no. Tight stuff disappears with me. Ugh, that would be horrible if I had to be, I'd have to kill myself," Brad jokes.

"Yes, please. Sam, right?" Yes to having some new clothes.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yes, Ah'll be right back." He will tell the young man, and leans over to kiss Alexis' cheek and is off to the store room.

Rage has posed:
"No one is going to think that about you, Brad. Trust me on that." Andrea assures him in regards to being broken. She gives him a gentle tug of the hand with hers. "And good to hear about the other thing. So, to answer my question, before or after your powers? That's important for us to know if we are to try and help you."

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis heard Andrea question about the nakedness.

    Her head was hanging down, and in her hands as she mutters something akin to 'my god, Andrea...' and shakes her heads as she listens to the drumming cabinets, her eyebrows drawing up, head canting to the side before -- CRASH!

    "I'll get it." she states, hopping up.

    "Don't joke about suicide, please." she adds quietly.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows as she listens to the rhythmic opening and closing of the cabinets, and the rattling of pots, pans, and dishes as if they were cymbals on a drum kit. A smile spreads slowly across her face. "Hey, that's actually pretty good. You've got a really good sense of rhythm." Something occurs to her, and her brows furrow ever so slightly. "Brad? When things start rattling around, is that how you can get a sense of where you are? Kind of like echolocation?"

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"I could see before I was like this, yeah," Brad answers Andrea more directly, but there's some avoidance there. He's ashamed of the situation, and moves the topic towards what Shannon's asking him about. "Yeah. I'm sorry, I forgot your name. There's a lot of you. But um--- Don't freak out, for a second," Brad asks. Telekinetic pressure, like a strange wind that tugs, applies to Shannon: her clothes a little bit, hair, wings. It's a little creepy to most people. "You have wings. I can tell. Can you fly too? I met another flying person, Jay. We can go flying?" It's hopeful, a bit tentative. "I mean, if not, it's whatever." Brad can pretend things don't matter to protect his feelings from being hurt.

"Why not?" Brad asks Alexis, defensive. "It'd be a horrible life, so much more horrible than it already is, that's all. But okay, I won't joke about it."

Rage has posed:
"Brad, it's fine. We will find a way to fix this. Everyone's power has a measure of control. Once you learn the control part, the answers fall into place." Andrea says softly to him. "So now we know a cause and effect, and we just need to walk it backwards." She assures him, giving another squeeze to his invisible hand before letting it go and heading to the fridge to root about in it.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, holding very still as Brad does what he's doing. The telekinetic pressure is very gentle, and not unpleasant. "It's Shannon. Don't worry, it can take time to learn everyone's names." She smiles warmly, tilting her head to one side as she regards the place where his voice is coming from. "Here... let me spread my wings out so you can get a sense of the span. They do work, I can fly." Her voice becomes a little bit wistful, and she extends her wings to their full span for Brad. "Maybe someday we can talk Jay into flying... maybe. Or Sam. Sam doesn't have wings, though."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Well, suicide being a rather perminant answer to sometimes temporary problems, it also eliminates the possibility of things getting better." Alexis begins as she grabs a broom and dustpan, and she sweeps up the broken glass as the more touchy-feely teens hang on him.

    "I had to come out of a dark place after finding my own mutant ability came with some... interesting side effects. I essentially -- what's the word you'd use -- 'bailed' on my life. And somewhere between Boston and New York, I'd determined that the only way I could do it was either via ingestion or drowning -- neither are particularly pleasant."

    The pajama-clad outsider walks carefully, glass clinking in the dustpan before she gives a huff of breath, and searches for a bin.

    "I lost several early associates in my three years of homelessness to suicide. And I can understand where it comes from -- honestly, truly I can understand that pain. but it never solves it"

    She finds a bin, checks it a moment, t hen empties the dustpan.

    "It only creeps around to the next in line."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking back into the room. He has a pair of sweat pants and sweatshirt with hood both folded up nicely. There is also a pair of socks and a pair of tennis shoes "Brought a pair of size 9 shoes as well, just a wild guess if we need smaller or larger we can get them, but figured try there and see where we needed to go." He hmms a bit at hearing Alexis tale, but does not going into that now. He will set the hand the clothes to Andrea since she was talking to Brad when he left.

Haunt has posed:
"Um. Okay. Sorry to hear it," Brad says quietly to Alexis. He doesn't linger on her dark topic; he might have if the room wasn't full of people, but discussing depression in a kitchen of strangers? Nope. There's a winged Shannon and that conversation is not horribly depressing.

"Let's go outside and fly, then!" Brad encourages, apparently really stuck on this new idea for whatever reason. His face can't be seen, but emotion easily enters his voice. "It'll be so much easier for me if I'm not alone; I haven't flown with somebody else before," he says, upbeat, his mood having taken a very strong one-eighty now that it isn't focused on how blind or naked he is. "But cold. Can I borrow a jacket and shoes?" Brad asks, while his voice clearly goes across the room towards the door. Invisible teen on the move.

Then Sam saves the day! "Stopstopstop, I'm right by you. I can take them; nine is fine," Brad says quickly as Samuel Guthrie starts to just walk right past him towards Andrea and the fridge. Brad tries to intercept the moving clothing, though he ends up grabbing at Sam's arm and then hand. He may dislike being called out on being blind, but it shows sometimes.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles and nods, tucking her wings in behind her. "Come on, we can head outside. There's some nice spots in the backyard. How do you fly, anyways? Do you levitate? Do you have wings, too?" Sliding off her stool, she finishes the last of her breakfast and puts her dish in the sink. A fierce hug is given first to Sam, then to Alexis, and she winks at them both, scooting towards the door. "Don't get into -too- much trouble without me, and don't name it after me if you do! Oh, and Alexis..." Shannon calls out, while hopefully she's out of reach, giggling. "Andrea is SO way more talented than me!"

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis makes a face.

    "Sorry, typically I'm giving that speech in a shelter." she explains quietly, giving a slight frown as she looks embarrassed, and gives a helpless little shrug until Shannon calls out -- and she calls back "OI! DON'T YOU BE CHEEKY! I'll get you next time, MISS LANCE!" she calls out, and looks to Sam, giving a small shrug. "Ah... so... I'm sure that they'll be fine, right?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sticks out her tongue out at Alexis, giggling and calling out right back. "Oi! I'll be cheeky if I want to, thank you very much! Heh, see you later on!" She and Sam get a wink, some silly kissing sounds, and Shannon is out the door, heading for the backyard. She is, however, keeping to a decent pace so Brad can keep up with her.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie stops as he feels Brad's hand grabbing for he clothes and says here you go kid. He grins at hearing the kids excitement and moves to put his arm around Alexis' waist pulling her against his side gently, and says "Yea, Shannon will make sure he is ok, and with the sweats she will be able to keep track of where he is. She is doing pretty well in her flying training, better than I did back in the day but is a bit differet type.

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"Oh my god I can't run AND put pants on at the same time AND figure out where you are," Brad gripes, opting to follow after Shannon: he did two of those things. Pants and things just veer off after her, appearing to float in a bundle, as Brad follows Shannon. There's a bunch of rattling, the door flings open ahead of Shannon: the 'poltergeists' of Brad are coming along, and they leave with him as he follows her lead outside: in the form of the bouncing bundle of clothes. One shoe drops, but he stops to get it, then keeps going. The bundle vanishes outside, as if Shannon were somehow dragging it on an invisible line behind her!

Prismatic has posed:
    "... he seems nice." Alexis decides, leaning against Sam quietly as she looks after the retreating teens. "... though he is in need of some good friends and mentoring. If there is an invisible person about, might help him feel far less lonely." she comments quietly.