10121/Ships Passing at Night
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| Ships Passing at Night | |
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| Date of Scene: | 20 November 2019 |
| Location: | Rec Room - Xavier's School |
| Synopsis: | Gwendolyn and Brian meet, recipes and opinions on Texas are exchanged. |
| Cast of Characters: | Dragonfly (Armenteros), Isotope
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- Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Late night at the Xavier School generally is quiet. Now that all the repairs from the attack are done, things are getting back to normal. Sure, there are people sneaking snacks from the kitchen, here and there, studying, or just goofing off before class the next day. Gwendolyn, the second newest student here at the X-mansion, has taken up a spot near one of the corners with a look out over the lawn where snow is falling. Open on a table is a leather bound book with blank pages, several of them filled with little sketches and neat handwriting in black ink along with a spiral notebook that she refers to, from time to time, while she works.
Dressed for the weather in long pants and socks with a baggy sweater, Gwendolyn looks like the average student and would, if it weren't for the visor clamped over her eyes and the antenna poking from her hairline.
- Isotope has posed:
The library was one of the more interesting things Brian liked about the school. He had picked out some physics texts along with some light reading: Slaughterhouse-Five by: Kurt Vonnegut.
He places the books down on a table adjacent from Gwendolyn, Brian himself was outfitted in his isolation suit, even with the gentlest of steps, the metal boots clunked on the ground at least with a small thud. The black suit was embellished with a faint green glow, in a circuit pattern close to his chest. The boy picks a seat also looking out the window, the snowfall was peaceful, soothing. Especially juxtaposed with the warm wood tones of the library.
- Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
The library, being what is is, is kind of quiet, even in the best of times, so when a student makes an apperance, Gwendolyn takes notice. Add in the fact that he's in a suit? That moves her attention to somewhere closer to interest. Lifting a hand, the girl with the visor covering her eyes gives a friendly wave, greeting him with a soft "Evening." shifting a little in her seat to write down another line after comparing it to a line in her notepad. "Nice night, isn't it?" She looks out the window. "It's snowing. First time this year. Mr. McCoy said it would maybe be eighteen inches of the stuff." She blows out a breath. "First snow I've ever seen before, too, and eighteen inches of the stuff."
- Isotope has posed:
Brian raises his hand in return, smiling just a bit before listening to what the girl talked about. "I love the snow. We did not get too much of it in Metropolis, but since I've been here, there's been plenty to go around every year." He comments, taking a look outside.
"I'm Brian." He offers, before helping himself to Hank McCoy's book on advanced physics.
- Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Back down in Louisiana, where I came from, we never had such a thing. It was something magical, that only happened in movies or on TV, and never down in the swamps we were at." Gwendolyn turns to look out the window, going quiet for a few moments, the only sound the hissing of snow against the glass as it falls in fat flakes. "I'm Gwendolyn." she responds, pushing herself up to stand and walking over to offer him a hand. "It's good to meet you, Brian."
- Isotope has posed:
"Louisiana, nice." Brian turns to let himself up, meeting Gwendolyn's hand and with the gloved and gauntleted hand, he gives her a fair shake. "I still remember the first time I saw snow, it still gives me that warm fuzzy feeling. My mom hates it though. She'd rather still be in Texas, where she grew up." He adds in, giving a small chuckle.
- Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Lousiana, Florida, South Dakota, Georgia. Tennessee for a while...never made it far enough west to be in Texas." Gwendolyn smiles. "Never was much of a boots gal, anyway. Isn't that required as soon as you cross the border?" Retaking her seat after the handshake, Gwendolyn smiles over at the other boy, her head dipping down, her pen scratching quietly against the heavy paper. "Dumb question." She finally asks, her head still down, looking up after a second, the lenses of her visor focusing on him. "What's an important recipe you'd want in a cookbook you were given as a gift?" An odd question, in fact, but quite relevant to what she's doing now.
- Isotope has posed:
Brian gives another chuckle. "Supposedly, but I've never been there. Mom's family moved away when she went to college in Metropolis, then she stayed there."
The containment suited boy puts a bookmark in his text before looking back to Gwendolyn. "For me? Braciole, like my grandma made. Hands down, one of the best." Brian was a good Italian boy, and of course, his paternal grandmother was always trying to feed him and his brothers, always saying they were too skinny, even after his older brother started football, and bulked up something fierce.
- Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn writes that down in her spiral notebook - something to look up later, since it's not one of the things she really knows how to do just yet. More food in the arsenal, though? always a good thing. "I'l see Metropolis one day. That and New York. Hell, if I get the image inducer working long enough, I might take a cruise or something. See the world outside of these walls." She sets her pen down carefully, blotting the page she was working on with a roller and letting it dry before turning to the next blank one.
"If you don't mind being experimented on, I could make you some while I tweak the recipe some. I mean, as long as you can open the suit long enough to have some." She heard there is one guy who can burst into flame when he hits oxygen, so she's making sure this isn't one of those moments.
- Isotope has posed:
Luckily, Brian's containment suit is opened at the head, and able to eat and drink and be merry while still protecting everyone else from being burned by the human proton accelerator. "Of course I can, but..." He looks to his left gauntlet, pressing a button and the suit gives way to jeans and a grey Xavier's School hoodie, all evidence of the suit melting away. "Yours doesn't work for long? Have you had it looked at?"
- Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"I just got it, so I've not really adjusted it yet. It's up in my room. I tend to go without while I'm on campus. I'm trying to get used to the external changes, y'know? Embrace who I've become." Gwendolyn brushes her fingers through her hair and smiles a little.
- Isotope has posed:
"Ahh, yeah, I try and do the same." Brian comments, changing back to the suit. He continues on the conversation for a little longer, hopefully before any teacher makes their way here to find them still up.