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Oils Well That Ends Well
Date of Scene: 16 December 2019
Location: Garage - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Gwendolyn gets a motorcycle to repair, while Kitty changes oil, Samuel works on his project and Rogue does vaguely Rogue stuff.
Cast of Characters: Shadowcat, Dragonfly (Armenteros), Rogue, Samuel Morgan




Shadowcat has posed:
One of the benefits of the garage at Xavier's School is that it is often heated in winter. Allowing students to work on projects there, and in some cases for classes to make use of tools and equipment.

Kitty Pryde is taking advantage of that today. She's got her deep blue 2026 Toyota Avalon upon a pair of ramps for doing oil changes.

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Which is exactly what Kitty's about to do. She switched into coveralls and gets one of those boards with the wheels for sliding under the car. "Ok, flammable stuff, so no flames," she tells Lockheed who is sitting on a nearby barrel, scratching the back of his neck with a hind paw.

Kitty dons some safety googles, not wanting to provide a poor example for the students, and then gets a drain pain and slides beneath the car until just her calves and feet are visible.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Sunday at Xavier's means no classes, which means relaxation and, in Gwendolyn's case, exploration. She's only been here a little more than two months and she still hasn't made it out to the garage. Hearing about such a place led her to think of a small, enclosed space full of oil-stained tools and dirt floors with hanging overhead lights flickering in the afternoon gloom. When she arrived at what is called the Garage on campus, she's shocked at the opulence. Sure, there are a few vehicles, here and there, in various states of repair, but this place is mostly used for storage of the vehicles used by the campus and staff, but it's nothing like she expected. Being sunday, it's relatively deserted, with some of the vehicles being taken out to go to town or for other various reasons, but the familiar voice coming from berth 3 gets her attention.

"Hello?" she calls, peering around the divider and into the stall where Kitty and Lockheed are working, stepping out into the open so she can't be accused of skulking around. "I thought I heard someone."

Rogue has posed:
The garage leads to another feature of Xavier's School beyond vehicle storage, and that is the double wooden doors that open up and give passage into the horse stables. Those two large doors are open today and at the far end of the garage the view of the stables is quite visible. It too has polished stone floors and fancy dark wooden stalls for the horses to be kept and cared for inside of them, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceilings above and between the two rows of face stalls.

And the tell-tale sounds of a horse can be heard in fact, in the form of one walkign down the center aisle with a single person leading it by its leather harness.

Rogue had gone out on a ride today, with her favorite of the six horses that reside in Xavier's School's stables. She's wearing a brown leather jacket, blue jeans and some tall leather western boots, on her head is a straw western hat to complete a casual cowgirl look.

Rogue glances inside the garage as she goes on about her way to stable the horse in his stall. She spots Kitty and presumably one of the students in the garage and offers them a wave on her way, disappearing off to the side in the other room.

Shadowcat has posed:
"Over here," Kitty calls out from beneath the car. The urge to phase through it to see who is there is strong. But she's always careful around electronics and doesn't know what might be running through the floor of the car. She loves that car for sentimental and other reasons and doesn't want to risk damaging it.

Though that didn't stop her from tearing across Westchester fields to get to Robin when he was bleeding out. The things you do for adoptive family.

Kitty slides out on the roller and sits up to see who it is. "Hey Gwendolyn," she says. "Just doing an oil change and some other maintenance," she says, patting the blue Toyota lovingly. "Hey AM!" Kitty calls out, waving towards Rogue as she calls out her initials. "Going for a ride, or coming back?" she asks before lying back down on the board to slide beneath. "Gwen, did you have any interest in doing a project bike?" she asks.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwen looks comfortable, leaning against the partition in her jeans and oversized sweater. She's gone without her coat today since most of her time was spent indoors with brief sprints through the cold and the snow to other heated areas. Her head swivels from the sound of hooves on granite floors to the scraping of rollers going into action, watching as Kitty emerges from the depths beneath her car. "Hey there, Kitty." They're not in school so she's going first names with the phasing girl. "And hey to you too, Lockheed." The little dragon gets a couple of fingers waggled in its direction playfully.

She looks over at AM who is someone she's not sure she's properly met. sure, she's seen the white stripe making its way through the halls but never actually had enough time to say hi, since ships passing in the halls during class meant that there was a destination with a time limit. This could be interesting. "A...project bike?" She looks over at the jumble of bikes taking up one of the bays, some covered with blue tarps or canvas covers in shapes that could, technically, be motorcycle-like. "I didn't even know that was a thing."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is out of sight for a little bit, but not too long, she had the horse's stuff all set aside waiting for their return. Once she's got it setup she closes the stall door and starts out toward the garage entrance.

"Hey. Arrivin'. Comin' back. Whatever ya wanna call it." Rogue states with a soft grin as she moves to close the two doors to the stables, so the heat will keep the animals inside nice and toasty in this cold December air.

Once they're shut, she turns and starts to walk toward Kitty and Gwen, aaand Lockheed, and grins at the dragon. "Stop bein' so damn cute, would ya?" She tells him before she looks to Gwen specifically, nodding to her with an upward chin tip.

"Whats cookin', Sugah?" She asks, offering Gwen a gloved right hand. "I'm Rogue. Seen ya around, haven't had a chance to introduce myself." Her voice is laced with a thick southern honey to it.

Shadowcat has posed:
The small purple dragon perks up as others come in. He gives a few little flaps of his wings to draw attention, which is the extra-terrestrial dragon equivalent of a neon sign saying 'This Dragon Available For Petting'.

Kitty gets the oil to draining into the pan and then slides back out, letting Isaac Newton complete this step of the oil change for her. Kitty tells Gwen, "Yes, since last summer we've been bringing old junk bikes we buy around the area. A lot of people restored some over the summer, and the first part of the school year," she says.

Kitty pops up to her feet and walks over to a 1960s Vespa scooter, with original cream paint and stickers of flowers all over her. "This is Daisy," she says patting the scooter fondly. She motions towards the stall where there are still spare bikes that can be worked on. "Pick one out if you'd like.

Kitty asks Rogue, "How was the ride? Are all the scorch marks from the lightning out back cleared up yet?" she asks, assuming the snow isn't covering them at present.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
When Rogue approaches - the AM that Kitty was referring to, obviously - Gwendolyn does her best to draw herself up to her full height of 5'6" but, sadly, since her boots with the neat heels that give her a few extra inches currently sit in her closet, she's got to look up a little more than she'd like. Still, the gloved hand is taken carefully with another similarly-gloved hand, except hers are fingerless and a quite firm handshake for a girl her size is exchanged. She does give Rogue a smile, though. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Rogue. S'far as what's cookin'?" She shrugs and looks to Kitty and her car. "Oil Change an' recruitment to the bike repair club here. Gumbo an' cornbread when we get to the kitchen if you're interested."

Lockheed is close enough for Gwendolyn to reach out with her left hand, offering an arm to act as a perch for the violet dragon. "So you get the bikes, we provide the labor and then...we keep them? Like, they're ours?" She leans over to peer at Daisy, then over at the pile of mangled bikes. One can almost see the wheels turning in Gwen's head as she studies them and it does take a moment for her to realize that she's still shaking Rogue's hand. "Ah, sorry!" She steps back, blushing around her goggles a little. "Still gettin' used to social cues 'round here."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue steps over to Lockheed after his little display. "I see that flirtin', ya Ham." She teases him back and settles down to sit beside him and to pet at his nose and the side of his face with her left hand, it incased in a nice soft winter weather glove that is fuzzy for Dragon enjoyment.

The Belle's green eyed gaze goes to Kitty and she has to process that question for a second, then glances back the way she'd come. "Is that what those were?" She asks then, eyes returning to Kitty. "I seen'em from a distance but didn't ride over there. Figured it was just..." Slowly she shakes her head. "'This place' and its people." A soft smirk is shown then whilst she gives the 'Heed some fuzzy gloved pettings.

When Gwen offers her arm to Lockheed, Rogue drops her hand from the dragon then and looks to the other still being shook by Gwen which makes the Belle grin softly until its released. "Don't sweat it, least its gloved, right?" She figures someone has probably told Gwen about her mutation, thats how it used to work when she was a highschool student here, lots of whisperings about her when she first arrived at this school almost 3 years ago now.

Rogue moves to stand up and at the offer of food in a bit, she winces and slowly shakes her head. "That kinda food usually comes with a certain someone around here that I just... don't really go around no more. The offer is totally appreciated though." Whilst saying that, Rogue wanders slowly around Kitty's car, glancing it over. "You tearin' this thing apart, Wild Driver?" She asks Katherine.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Speaking of social cues and lack of perception thereof, out of the school proper and into the garage a wild Bean appears. Black coveralls? Check. Knee pads? Check. Fancy gloves? Check. Goggles perched on forehead? You betcha. It's a solo act today, it seems, Bear for once being nowhere in sight. His step falters a moment when he sees the gathering, but resumes soon enough and he approaches with a raised hand. "Afternoon everyone. Did I stumble on a lesson, or did something important break?"

    Without waiting for an answer, he gives a separate wave to Lockheed and then unlocks the door to 'his' stall.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty grabs a rag to rub at a bit of mud that clung to the underside of her scooter, Daisy, before heading back over to her much more modern car.

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Kitty grins and says, "Still have avoided anything other than the tiniest of dings. Though if I hadn't gone crazy with the wax by coincidence when I had to off-road a bit, I'd have scratches all over."

Kitty waves to Samuel as he comes in. Lockheed is soaking up the affection from the ladies. "Such a flirt," Kitty says with a grin. She tells Gwendolyn, "Rogue and I were roommates when we were students. Careful about touching her skin, has an effect on people you don't want to experience," she says. Though it doesn't stop Kitty from moving over to give Rogue a side hug, carefully making sure to touch closed areas, if Rogue allows.

"So by the way, AM, how's your car doing? Was it just the dead battery?" she asks. She tells Gwendolyn and Samuel, "She killed it while hunting bears."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn uses her fingertips to scratch beneath Lockheed's chin, being careful to not hit any spots that might inadvertantly send a jet of flame flying elsewhere, so little spots on belly or at the base of his tail are carefully avoided. She's assuming he works kind of like a dog or a cat with spots that are good and bad to touch and, more than likely all the touching is being absorbed like a sponge. "Yeah, gloved." Gwendolyn looks at her gloved hand instead of Rogues, rubbing her hands over her arms nervously for a second or two. "I'm actually getting better with my ability. The gloves are just for safety's sake. I can get away without mine pretty regularly now."

Samuel and his leather-clad arrival gets a giggle and a wave. "Hey there, Sammy." she calls, watching him in his World War I outfit striding through the garage on a mission. "Just conversation and maintainence." she replies, turning to Kitty.

"Having a car and just letting it sit is just sad." Gwendolyn looks over at the car wistfully. "There was a guy who had an old Mustang back where I lived. He always said he was going to fix it up, even though it was rusting into the swamp. Lotsa good metal just going to waste because he didn't know he couldn't do the work, so..." She smiles. "Keep driving your car, keep it clean, keep it pretty and maintained. Don't let it die."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue returns the offered side hug to Kitty and smirks at her. "Yeah, my car is fine. Took it in t'get fixed, flirted with the mechanics, ya know, the usual." Her attention is then shifted over to Samuel as he arrives. She'd driven him here from the Triskelion in Manhattan, but hadn't seen him since. She gives him a nod as well. "Good t'see ya, Miste'ah." She says at the young man, offering him a soft smile.

When Gwen mentions the gloves, Rogue looks back to her. "Oh yeah, fellow Glove Wearer huh? Color me jealous if'n you're figurin' out ways t'not hurt people by not wearin'em." A small smirk is shown then before Rogue glances down at her phone after pulling it out of her jacket pocket.

She glances over to Kitty then. "I'm gonna be goin' up t'Mackenzie Station here soon. Carol has details on this... space... thing, she wants my help for. Not sure how long it'll have me away for."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I've heard people hunt bears with rifles, shotguns, pistols, slingshots, knives and nail clippers..." One of these things is not like the others... "...but never cars. Sounds like it needs a special license." Either Bean has grown a sense of humor in the last few months, or he has some odd notions about what people get up to. He turns on the lights in the stall and pulls the tarp off his almost-but-not-quite-finished Honda Shadow VT. The transmission has been taken off, the custom cut mounting bracket ground off and the original mounting re-drilled. It just needs the original gearbox now, sitting in its box on the work table. Sitting there, and not being installed. After gazing at it for a few moments, the tarp goes back over.

    "How do Gwen? What are we maintaining?" And the answer comes in the form of more complete observation of the area. Kitty in coveralls, a car with an oil drain pan underneath, a trolley recently used. Honestly, he should have seen that coming in. "Taking on a project and not finishing it, letting a good vehicle just fall apart... lack of discipline, it's shameful."

    And then, of course, Rogue casually mentions space. He does his best not to look too interested, or to be honest too jealous, and shoots for a perfectly neutral expression. "Sounds like quite a trip. And I know it's probably something you've looked into already, but I've got a few spare pairs of operator gloves. Might give you a better tactile sensation."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty's car is a 2026 Toyota Avalon which she has kept in cherry condition. It's new enough this probably her first oil change, at that. "And yep, Gwen. The school brings in the old bikes. Students, and staff, pick out ones to work on. You get to keep it. But, have to ride them responsibly to keep them. Helmets. Appropriate precautions for other things." She doesn't put the thought of going over jumps in people's heads, but then what many of the mutants students can do is more dangerous than that.

Lockheed does indeed have spots, turning to help the ladies fingers find them, though Rogue knows them all. As Rogue talks about going into space, Kitty makes a sound, eyeing her space-averse friend. "Just remember. If you get alien eggs implanted in you, find a dead Acanti Prophet-Singer and free their racial soul from its brain. Clears you right up better than a shot of penicillin."

She's obviously joking. Right?

Kitty pauses to give Lockheed a little pat. She'd have never made it to that aforementioned brain but for the little dragon coming to her aid on the occasion she first met him.

Kitty pats her car and tells Samuel, "This was a present from my old boyfriend's father. So I could get out of town to see him easier. And it means a lot," she says of the car. She goes to get the new oil ready to go in. "how's your bike coming, Sam?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Yeah...I don't hurt people so much as get their entire memory dumped into my frontal cortex if I let my palms get in contact with an inanimate part of them." Gwendolyn wiggles her fingers. "I'm getting more of a damper on it. It's always on, kind of like Nathaniel's, but I'm starting to be able to turn it off, but it gives me a headache if I keep the brakes on."

Bean's comments about bear hunting - and Rogue's comments about flirting with mechanics - builds an interesting scene that may or may not be true but is still quite entertaining. "So did you hit the bear with a car while driving it or did you pick the car up and hit the bear? I don't know your abilities but in this school? It's a possibility." she asks Rogue, turning to Bean with a Lockheed still getting scritched. "I'm being recruited to build a motorcycle or, at least, fix one up out of the pile." The way she's talking, it sounds like she's interested at least.

The mention of space does get her attention, and the station up there that everyone has heard about, mostly. alien eggs? She shivers. "Ick, I'd love to go up and see the world from up there, but alien eggs? Is that a thing I really will need to worry about?"

Rogue has posed:
Back to Samuel, Rogue looks and at the offer she lets a soft grin slide over her lips. "Thanks, but I got boxes'n boxes'a gloves that I imagine are pretty similar. I've scoured the internet, high'n low for special types." She raises her hand up to wiggle her fingers inside of those fuzzy ones she's wearing now. "Like these that let me use a phone still, for instance."

Kitty's comments draw her attention back and she grins at her. "You're tryin' t'freak me out and make me not wanna go, aren't ya? That Moon thing changed my tune on space, but... really I'm only goin' cause Carol's there. She won't let nothin' happen t'me. Alien eggs or nothin' and I already forgot everythin' you just said, so its imperative that Carol remains there, and me at her side at all times, clearly!" There's a short pause then, some internal thoughts processed and she speaks again. "Or this is Carol's Master Plan for leavin' me for dead in deep space somewhere..." And that is followed by a small frown.

She takes a second before looking over to Gwen again. Her hands, with her phone, go back into her coat pockets and she starts to slowly walk toward the windows near the backyard, glancing out of them for lighting scorches on the grass. "Nah... I used t'be with the Avengers." She explains. "So I got contacted online by this family that was bein' plagued by some bears around their cabin home. Took my car and some friends up there, loured the bears outta hidin' by stuffin' a buncha McDonald's inta the cab, then left it on with the heat blasting t'shoot the smell'a those McFries out inta the night. Took awhile, but the bears did show up. Now they've been safely'ish transported t'a much more remote location."

She glances back to Gwen then and smiles softly. "Only death on the trip was my car's battery. So I flew it back here." Which hints at some more of her abilities, without out-right detailing them.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "In this school, the latter is more plausible." Bean comments to Gwendolyn with what might very well be a grin. "And honestly, pick out a bike you like, get working on it. It's not just a lot of fun, you actually get a free bike out of it afterwards. I mean... if there's a catch, I haven't found it yet." He pats the bike under the tarp with some affection. All of the metalwork had been chromed to various degrees, and the tank had been left an unadorned glossy black. The helmet on the work table has also been coated in a glossy black, but a selection of papers nearby may very well hold scribbled designs for some decoration. It all looks very much in order, except for that one box with a refurbished original Honda Shadow VT transmission sitting forlorn and actually getting dusty.

    "It's nearly done." He mentions to Kitty, with as genuine an expression as he can fake. "Been working on the train most days now, and as soon as I can get with Forge, we should be ready to start laying tracks."

    Rogue's story... well, it gets some attention. Perhaps not as crazy as hitting a bear with a car, but it's really the next best thing. "So you wrestled bears, plural, won against them, and then flew them elsewhere, after which you flew your car back to have the battery changed? I... can see why someone might want your help in space." As for the egg thing? Yeah, no comments.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pryde gives Gwendolyn a quick shake of her head. "Haven't had an alien infestation here," Kitty says. Before adding, "Not in years now." She lies down on the roller thing and slides back under the car.

"That we know of."

She continues talking from under the car. "Yes, that glories of Xavier's School. So Ororo and I are sitting in her attic having hot chocolate when Rogue, and her car, go flying past the roof on the way to the garage. I was half expecting Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to lean out the windows as they avoided the Whomping Willow," Kitty says.

"Rogue, I totally trust Carol. She'd never kill you and leave you in space. I mean if she killed you, it would totally be here on Earth. You know. To send a message." Kitty's grin can't be seen, but it can be heard in her voice.

She slides back out. "Ok, ready to fill it up," she says, wiping her hands clean and stopping to give Lockheed a little scritch of her own.

Rogue has posed:
As the others talk, Rogue walks slowly around the car that is leaking oil into a pan and she ends up back around near Gwen. She offers her a little smile. "Well, I'm glad t'know someone who has similar issues as me. Sounds like our mutations came from the same cloth, or somethin' close to it, yeah? I get memories too... among other things. All kindsa stuff I don't want... floatin' around up here from others I've touched." She taps the side of her head after saying that.

Back over to Samuel and Kitty now, Rogue just smirks. "I was just tryin' t'help this family out. I mean, I know, I get it... its the bears home too. But there's plenty'a land out there, I just needed t'show'em where they could go and do their Bear-stuff and be less likely t'get shotgunned t'death by some angry rich folks. I mean, they had all these weapons ready t'shoot the bears. Bows. Rifles'n such."

She figures she probably owes a bit of explanation now after all of this, so she glances between Sam and Gwen. "I used t'be with the Brotherhood'a Mutants. I got sent on a mission t'attack Captain Marvel. I fought her, absorbed her and put her in a comae, then tried t'save her life after I regretted doin' it. I was a dumb kid... didn't know what I was doin'. We're good now though, Carol's a friend. Like a sister really, if I knew what havin' a sister felt like anyhow. So yeah... if she asks for my help, its the least I can do now."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Harry Potter and Ron Weasley? Are they students that get in trouble a lot? Don't think I've met them yet..." Argh, popular culture, Bean's bane. All the talk of alien infestations is taken as just so much stuff, probably intended to scare students from making a home-built rocket and exploring the stars on a shoestring budget. There are many other good reasons not to, mind you, but the alien infestation malarkey clearly works well enough.
    "Honestly, I wouldn't trust a bow against a bear. Too much mass, not enough stopping power. Good thing you found another way. Not everything needs to end in violence." Doppelganger check please?

    He listens to Rogue's confession and then nods, understanding. "Old debts to repay. They come due eventually, you can't dodge them. But keep in mind that maybe she's got other motives? As in, she might genuinely believe you're the best person for the job, rather than someone that owes her a favor."

    A quick glance to Kitty's car, and he bites his lip for a moment, before saying what he was debating saying regardless... "Just, keep the drain pan under the drain plug, alright? Those things have a habit of never tightening as far as you think they did."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty looks over at Rogue and repeats, "if I knew what havin' a sister felt like? Rogue. Oh you wound me," she says, clutching her hands over he heart like she'd been stabbed there.

The plug is back sealing the oil reservoir below and so Kitty goes over to fill the car back up. "That's right, nothing but the best for you," she tells the car. She hasn't actually named it. That anyone knows. Once the oil is in the car, she seals up the opening and then closes the hood.

Kitty goes over to wash her hands in a sink, scrubbing thoroughly. "Harry Potter and Ron are characters from the Harry Potter book series. And movies. I suggest you see the movies first and then read the books, Samuel, as there's a lot more detail in the books. Leaves you something new to find out that way even once you know the plot." She leaves the sink and walks back over, taking hold of her coveralls and just pulling them off, and through, her body, revealing a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt beneath, bearing the Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon cover on it.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"I remember seeing that movie!" Gwendolyn pipes up from somewhere in the depths of the pile of motorcycles. There's a rustling of plastic and an 'ah!' that follows before the girl hefts the discovered bike over her head effortlessly and slowly starts making her way out of the pile, picking her steps as she goes, maintaining her balance with a motorcycle held over her head. "An' there ain't no shame in that, Miss Rogue..ack." Oil from a cracked pan drips into her hair and down her face and she scrambles to set it down with a pan underneath it to catch any other drips that were disturbed. One of the ubiquitous red cloths that live in garages everywhere are procured and she makes a show of trying her best to get the oil off of her face. Her hair? That's going to require a shower definitely.

"Ain't no shame in fessin' up to whatever you did in the past. Helps people know that you can make mistakes and learn from 'em. Not a lot of people do that, or even can."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn's bike that she wrestled from the pile? 1977 Kawasaki KZ1000.

Rogue has posed:
On her way over to one of the garage doors, Rogue reaches up to tap the panel and let it rise up. She then glances back to the others and watches Gwen lift that bike up. "Careful now." She warns with a soft smirk.

As soon as Kitty turns around to wash her hands off at the machine sink she darts up into the air and flies right over to Pryde to give her a good hard slap on her backside! *Smack* "See ya, Sis. Goin' over t'dads for dinner! Welcome t'come if ya don't go nothin' else goin' on!"

And with that said, Rogue, in mid-air, spins around and starts to shoot out of the garage. "Bye now, trouble makers!" She calls out on her way out!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I'll... add those to the list." A list that's getting pretty long these days, but with items ticked off every couple of days. Bean treats his lack of cultural knowledge as any other lack of skill, and is treating it accordingly. Practice, repetition, study... Quite pleasant study, most of the time, but serious study nevertheless.

    Until just now, he hadn't known that Gwendolyn was quite that strong. Another item to go on quite another list entirely, but that's a passing thought, most of his attention on the bike. "Ooh, nice spot. That's going to look great when it's running again. And fun to drive too. Just watch the..." cue oil drip. "... yeah, that."

    As for confessing what you've done in the past? There's no comment on that, aside from a momentary dark look that takes away his easy smile for just a few seconds. It's back soon enough, as if it never left. "See you later, Miss Rogue." He'll never forget the people that got him from the Triskelion. Some debts still need to be repaid...

Shadowcat has posed:
Sees the smack coming but with her hands under the water she fails to evade it. "Alright, I should be able to swing by. Will text when I'm on my way," Kitty says of dinner with Rogue and her father. Ever since his unexpected appearance, Kitty has tried to help her old roommate as she reconnects with her long-absent father.

Kitty eyes Gwendolyn's ability lifting the bike as she goes over to reach out an arm for Lockheed to scamper up so he doesn't have to fly to relocate to her shoulder. "Everyone with the super strength," she teases. "Gwen, good luck on the bike. There should be maintenance manuals online, and Peter can help with fabricating parts if needed. Or Lorna if she's around, though using the machines yourself is a good idea."

Kitty smiles over to Samuel softly. "really nice job there Sam. Both of you, have a good evening," she says before departing.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Samuel gets a look that says 'don't say anything' without saying a word. Gwendolyn scrubs the oil from her face as best she can, managing to not get any on her clothes luckily. Thank goodness the oil pan was mostly empty, and this was just the little bit of oil left inside that was jostled free. "Bye, Miss Rogue!" She calls out, dabbing at her chin. "Bye Sammy. Bye Kitty an' Lockheed." She waves as they all depart.
And that leaves Gwendolyn, in a barn, covered in oil, with a project sitting in front of her.