10318/Kitchen Raid!

Kitchen Raid!
Date of Scene:	05 December 2019
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Lasagna in the oven brings scavengers out of the woodwork! Featuring Shannon, Bean, Gwen, Noriko, and Negasonic!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Dragonfly (Armenteros), Samuel Morgan, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Surge

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Nightingale has posed:
     Sometimes, when one had a craving, only that one thing will do. But what is one to do, when the thing that one craves just isn't there? Why, you make some, of course! It had been ages since there had been any lasagna at lunch or dinner, which meant no leftovers. Thus it was that Shannon, in her bright blue leggings, Tweety Bird t-shirt, and sneakers, with her hair tied back--except for one ice-blue braid hanging down on the left side of her face, silver beads and all--is just setting down a large pan of lasagna to cool on the center island counter. The savory aroma begins to waft out into the hallway....

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Late night kitchen raids are one thing, but when you're creeping down the stairs at well past curfew, towards the kitchen, the last thing you expect to smell is baking noodles, cheese, and meat sauce in a pan. Gwendolyn was just passing by - really, she was - in her clothes from earlier in the day. If she's asked by anyone in authority, it was from a short stint in the computer lab but really, it was a movie in town. She's almost to the stairs when she is suddenly reminded, thanks to the delectible scent coming from the kitchen, that dinner was well over three hours ago and, as a growing girl, she should get a snack before bed. To keep her metabolism up.

Really.

Stop laughing.

Peering into the kitchen and seeing a familiar winged girl, Gwen heads in with stockinged feet sliding against the blue tile floor, pulling a Tom Cruise and sliding across the floor, nearly toppling over before she regains her balance. "Hi!" She says cheerfully, her shoes in one hand. "What's cooking?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    On bare feet, the hunter approaches. Sure to make no sound, dressed in loose clothes to blur their silhouette, they stalk through the school. On instinct, lesser wildlife scurries out of their path, fleeing as the hunter stalks its grounds. Corner after corner, it turns as the hunting ground approaches. The stalk. The sighting. The hunter launches itself.

    *Thump*

    Bean enters, opening the door for a clearly very excitable Bear who seems to wonder why this dread portal refused to open for him. "Hi there. Smells good." But rather than go straight for the goods, instead he rummages in a cupboard until he finds Bear's bowl and fill it with kibble. "There, better now? I swear, you eat more than I do."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Not right on the heels of either Gwen or Bean but close enough that perhaps an alert Bean noticed are Surge and Negasonic.

There is a long suffering but amused sigh from Ellie as she talks loudly, not giving a shit which staff may wonder who is out and about talking at this hour.. mostly because man Ellie has a rep of giving zero fucks.....

"Look.. I get that you have the munchies sweetie... but I swear to fuck if you blow up the oven again I will toss you in the lake..." it is pure teasing, skilled ear can hear fondness as she opens the door to the kitchen and holds it for Noriko.

Surge has posed:
The eye rolling from her girlfriend likely relates 100% to the singing, badly, echoing down the hallway, "Hat down, cross town, livin' like a rock star...spent a lot of money on my brand new guitar.. Baby's got a habit: Diamond rings and fancy sports bras.. Ridin' down Rodeo in my Mazardi sports car..." Noriko, with a flannel shirt tied around her urban camo cut-off shorts hanging down to the top of her black combat boots. The Pussy Cat dolls tanktop she's wearing only makes the welding goggles up on her forehead look even more insane.

Nevermind that she's doing the Nae Nae, while wearing her big, heavy ass gauntlets. No wonder she's got that Kung Fu grip upper body strength, "I'm just saying if there's cookies, or cake, or cookie cake... or a cake with cookies in it... I want some... and .. I.." Her black painted lips press into a pensive line across her face, "I'll leave the oven alone so long as you tell that mother fucker not to stare at me... I swear to GOD ol'mighty if he cuts an eye in my directions, Imma light his ass up like a Christmas Tree."

Nightingale has posed:
     "I don't think so, Zap!" Shannon's not angry or upset, though. No. She's -laughing-. A Zap and possibly Ellie with the munchies? A wild Bean in his natural hunting grounds? And a growing Gwendolyn? The winged healer glances between all of them, then at the pan of lasagna, and just shakes her head, muttering as she grabs some plates and flatware. "Knew I shoulda made two pans. Bunch of fucking /vultures/..." But there's that quirky, good-natured smile on her face, and a light chuckle. "Grab a plate, all. Just hope I made enough lasagna for everyone!"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn normally would have the imager on if she were outside the walls, but since she's arrived back home in her Uber, the image of a fairly normal-looking teenage girl has vanished, replaced by a fairly normal teenage girl with a visor and antenna. Kind of odd, when you first get a glimpse of it, but judging from the way that Shannon and Bean react, it's entirely normal for Xavier's School for the Gifted. "Hey, you're the one who decided to cook a full meal at..." She glances to the clock on the oven. "Ten thirty at night. Of course you're going to attract scavengers. I mean, after all, we know what's good and the easiest place to find it, so here we are." Gwendolyn grins, her nose wrinkling a little.

Setting her shoes down and washing her hands, Gwendolyn sets about to help. First up? Parmesan cheese. Thankfully there's a block of the stuff in the fridge along with one of those crank shredder things, so getting plenty is easy. Ellie and Noriko - mainly Noriko - gets a smile and a wave. "If you blow up an oven, hit that one." She points to the older one. "It doesn't hold temp well enough to do bread proper-like."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is, at any given time, a less than six percent chance that Bean will not be alert. And when he's heading to the kitchen, having detected Shannon's cooking from literally across the mansion, the chance of finding a Bean not alert to all around him drops to zero, factotally. So when the door opens, he's not even looking in their direction or checking angles in a reflective surface. "Hey Negasonic, Noriko. Good night out?" No, his attention is on the lasagna, honestly checking if there's enough for everyone. "You barely made enough for me, so I shouldn't think so."

    And then, perhaps, the most surreal statement of the evening as he looks over to the indicated oven suddenly, over to the other one, and then clears his throat. "The oven would like it to be known that it recognises its failing and shall attempt to correct it, while both are willing to negotiate terms to be left unexploded."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
"See... you are scaring the poor oven and hurting it's feelings Nori.... "

Pause

"I am pretty sure your blowing up one of their kind left a standing example that no oven is ever to mess with you again... seriously... also you make poor Fluttershy so sad when she can't bake..."

Sound logic really.

Her attention skips and then focuses like a laser on Gwendolyn. "New kid?"

Surge has posed:
Fist bump fist out towards Gwen, "You got it, hot stuff.." Then her arms circle around Negasonic's shoulders to nuzzle her nose in against the back of the explosive teens shaved head because she can and nobody else can and this is how Noriko's show off. "Want!" Ass smack for Ellie on her way towards the lasagna, "Want some?" Over her shoulder to Ells, winking at Shannon, "SHAN-O and Sampson.. What up bitches." Hop, hop, grabbing a plate from the shelf to hold out poor begger child style at Shannon, "May I have some dinner please?"

By the red of her eyes, she's high as fuck.

But it's a day that... is a day... so..

Nothing to see here.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Scavengers, nothing. I swear, you guys have black holes somewhere in your stomachs, to eat as much as you do!" Shannon's laughing outright, a sound that hasn't been heard in a long time, but is a welcome change. She's busied herself cutting the lasagna into servings for each one present. If she's fortunate--and that's a big 'if', going by this crowd--then she might be able to get the last piece for herself! One piece is deposited on Noriko's plate, and she raises her fist for a fist bump.

     Ellie's query gets a smile from the younger girl, and she nods towards Gwendolyn. "Yeah, she came to us not too long ago. Gwendolyn, this is Ellie, and the one with the really badass gauntlets on is Noriko." It seems wiser for her to step away from the lasagna for now, and begin gathering the ingredients to make a second pan, if she was to have any hope of partaking!

     Bean gets a grin and a light chuckle, and she shakes her head. "It never ceases to amaze me how you can do that, talking to tech like that. You're like, the Tech Whisperer or something."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Cheese successfully gotten, Gwendolyn starts whipping up something she calls 'bad for you bread.' Take a french loaf, cut it into rounds, slather with butter, chopped garlic, and top with cheese, then broil until it's all melty and gooey, and you have garlic bread that'll put a restaurant's to shame and raise your cholesterol by ten points if you eat enough of it. Gwen seems to know her way around the kitchen, whipping this up in less than a minute or so once Shannon starts passing out the lasagna on plates.

Gwendolyn looks up just as Negasonic's focus swings her way, nearly causing a fumble with her knife, but she's a big girl and somehow manages to hold her ground. "Yeah, new kid." she says, turning to look over at Noriko and Negasonic, returning Noriko's fist-bump with her right hand - the one not holding the knife - and very nearly being left hanging since she almost wasn't fast enough. Still, her sleeve goes up a little, revealing chitin plates on her forearms and the backs of her hands, hidden by her long-sleeved sweater that's quickly pulled down. She walks over to the oven - the ornery one - and sets it. "Now you don't burn this." she warns. "We've got an oven exploder here." Bean gets a look, then the oven, as the Bad For you Bread is put in, Gwendolyn staying right by it to pull the pan out when it's done but not too done. She giggles. Noriko's like a gas molecule - bouncing around everywhere!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Talking to tech isn't hard. Getting it to shut up... now there's a trick I'm still learning." Bean grins as he finds himself a seat, claims a plate, and claims the second piece of lasagna going after Noriko's serving. That should at least sate his immediate hunger, and people are less likely to be eaten raw for appetisers. "If that bread isn't perfect, I'll have words with that oven. Strong, strong words."

    In the corner of the kitchen, a German Shepherd finishes his kibble and traipses over towards Bean, laying down next to his seat. According to its collar, he's named Bear, and he's almost disgustingly photogenic, all the way down to the red bandana around its neck.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie actually starts when Noriko moves rom nuzling her shaved head to smacking her ass. One hand comes up briefly and there is a small surge of energy, that is released with snap cap POP... it is a split second of charge that she realizes she shouldn't but man her instinct was to flick an explosive.

With big breath her attention shifts back to Gwen "Interesting.... why am I am the last to know these days.. I mean I am the official hander out of handles and public relations.." okay not officially.

"Chitin like armor... hmmm" stepping to get a plate for herself. "What powers?"

Pause.

"Oh ... like Flutter said my official government name is Ellie.. but call me that and I may blow your ass up.. Nega. Negasonic.. Negasonic Teenage Warhead.. that shit is all better than Ellie.

Surge has posed:
Nori feels the near death experience! Her life passed directly before her eyes!

That or she's stoned and staring wide eyed at Shannon and her out stretched fist... then down at the single piece of Lasagna... then back up again... Slowly, painfully, god awfully, slowly she extends her fist and taps one blinky light gauntlet against the Angel's knucks. "Thanks."

Her path back to Negasonic is so slow as to be freakin deliberate...

Seriously, this is To be continued.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head and chuckles. "Do I even want to know how many gummi bears you had, Zap? Getting stoned is... just weird. One of the weirdest things that's happened to me. And that's going some for this place." Wait, wha...? What was the angel girl talking about?! "Don't worry, I'll get going on another pan of lasagna. Should've known there'd be a feeding frenzy."

She glances over at Gwen, then at the oven, then at the bread. "Holy fuck. That smells /good/. Save a piece for me! And oh yeah. Word to the wise--once Negasonic's tagged you with a name, just learn to live with it. You will be stuck with it for much longer otherwise."

Yeah. With Bean there, there wasn't a snowball's shot in hell of her getting any of the lasagna. So by now, she pretty much resigns herself to making another pan. This was going to be a long night, but at least it would be spent among friends.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Fluttershy. Shannon gets a sideways look at the bestowing of that moniker, and it's almost certain that it'll come up in conversation, class, and visits to town at the most appropriate times for potential needling and embarrassment. She ducks down for a second to check the oven - still cooking properly - and eyeballs the bread. Opening the door greets the room with the wonderful smell of cooked garlic and butter and melted cheese so, in her expert opinion, the bread is a success. It is all taken out with the appropriate hand-coverings and deposited on the island to cool and to be plucked at by the gathered vultures. Plenty for all. "I think the oven is safe for now, Bean." Gwendolyn says with a grin, turning to Negasonic.

"I've...yeah. Got a strange set of powers." She shrugs out of her sweater, pulling it over her head, a light t-shirt beneath that keeps her decent. With the sweater off, the chitin armor on her forearms and shoulders can be seen, with other bits on her legs somewhere beneath her pants. "The spines don't appear anywhere else, otherwise getting dressed would be a pain." She tenses her arms and little spines extend from the outsides of her forearm. "Perfect for opening bottles and cans." She teases.

"Other'n that?" Gwendolyn taps the visor. "Enhanced sight and hearing - this keeps the world at a dull roar. Right now, without this and the earplugs, I'd be on the floor in a ball. Too much stimulation to function. Oh and wings." She shrugs her shoulders and then, unfolding from behind her back are two pairs of wings - dragonfly wings, it looks like - that flutter once or twice, She turns to give everyone a good look before they start to fold themselves against each other, until they're compact and pressed closely to her back.

"To top it all off? Give me an object and I can see the past from it. Cell phone pictures, old memories. Stuff like that." She holds up her hand, the skin on her palms greenish. "I touch something non-living, I can usually get something off of it, but i'm still working on it."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Built-in close combat weapons." Bean comments on the spines, obviously seeing another use than mere domestic application. Speaking of domestic appliance, he gives the oven a look and raises an eyebrow, nodding after a short while. "Yeah, I think that's going to be one well behaved oven from now on. Thanks Noriko."

    With Negasonic around, he knows that random explosions are a possibility, so there's no more than a quick twitch at the sudden pop, but a reflex that was clearly still there. Bear takes it worse and sits up so quickly that his paws scrabble at the floor, looking around in sheer confusion, until Bean's fingers scratch between his ears. "'s okay, there's no guns. Just Negasonic doing Negasonic Teenage Warhead things."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie looks very thoughtful as she wathes Gwendolyn strip off her sweater and run through a pretty comprehensive run down of her powers. "That... is a very diverse set... I mean shit until the end you had me sold on a pretty uncreative dragonfly... still might.. but .. psychometry is Snaps powerset... wonder why you have all the buggy traits and psychometry..."

Ellie snags her plate with lasanga now with one hand, her free right hand snakes out and she flicks Noriko right on the ass, one of those on the edge almost painful snap flicks. No powers. Revenge sort of, or she is ornery.

She actually does give a sympathetic glance to Bear though "Sorry bear..." not to Bean per say but poor puppers.

Surge has posed:
Nori hops when she's flicked and furrows her brow at Ellie... Lips pulling to the side, plate slid up on the counter beside Nega's.. "I can't believe I'm gonna say this.." Hands up, disbelieving glance around, head shaking side to side as if the shock of it has given her epilepsy, "I've lot my appetite..." One metal index finger curls up against the inside of her thumb, lip tucks back between her teeth, indenting white as she hops backwards and flicks.. sending a static charge arching the short distance towards Ellie's ear.

Terrible bad sing, "Imma take my horse, to the hotel room... ride, til I cant no more..." Wiggling, stepping back, gauntlets out. "Seeya around, hot stuff. Shan-o, Sampson." Double points, walking backwards on shuffling feet.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie tilts her head at Noriko's reaction now as well, she watches her set the plate down and static shock her in the ear which gets a jump reaction from Ellie in return.

Then her hands, no gauntlets to impede it and not high a a fucking kite to slow her reflexes down snake out while Noriko tries to wiggle herself away "Slooow down there partner." not pardner or nothing.. cowboy words but no accent for it.. odd girl.

"Stay and eat the snack... or we can take it to go and ditch the kitchen... pretty sure the Oven thinks it has won some sort of moral victory anyhow?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
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"Hey, ever since I got here I just go by Silver Age Rules. Got it from a comic on the net a while back. It kind of just...works out well." Gwendolyn shrugs, folding her sweater neatly and putting it by her shoes on the chair next to the counter. "I've found that if you meet someone that's a little bit mutant here." She specifies here, not on the street or somewhere public. "You say your name and give your powers. Saves a lot of time in the end and ends up making connections quicker."

Bean gets a shrug, Gwendolyn lifting her arms, the spines coming out and going back in a couple of times with little flexes of the muscles on her forearm. Sorry, no *snikt* sound. "I guess. Ain't never been anywhere I need to test them, other than the aforementioned bottles and cans." Bear is snuck a chunk of beef jerky from the can on the counter before looking to Negasonic and leaning against the counter. "I know. My genome is messed up when it comes to abilities. It's like..." She struggles for the words. "Like whoever came up with my powers just said 'oh, that'd be wicked sweet!' and threw 'em in. I'm like a swiss army knife with really strange attachments." Noriko gets a wave as she starts heading out. "Nice to meet you, Noriko. Catch you later, I guess?"