10852/Unchained Melody

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Unchained Melody
Date of Scene: 24 January 2020
Location: Classroom - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Deadpool makes a date with Colossus. (Platonic. YEAH I KNOW RIGHT?)
Cast of Characters: Deadpool, Colossus




Deadpool has posed:
The art classroom is in use. There's music, in the form of an amazing solo act.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---MYYYYY--eeeyeee LOVEEEEEEEE, myyyyy-eye--- DARLING.... I hungered... forrrr... Yourrrrrrrr...."

Deep breath.

"TOUCH."

Wade is present, and has peeled his gloves off, to work at a pottery wheel. He's not very good at it, he keeps forgetting to kick to make the pottery wheel spin, so the misshappen lumps looks pretty terrible.

And those are just Deadpool's bare hands. The clay itself is slick and wet and everywhere.

And that's just ... you get the idea.

"A LONG...... So long, Sooooooo /LONG/..."

Colossus has posed:
    It is unlikely that Wade will sense the approach of the monumental Russian, his stride long and steady down the hallway through the X-Mansion. He perhaps did not notice the heavy /thump thump thump/ up the stairs as Piotr climbed to the second floor, likely continuing on toward the quarters that many of the X-Men call their home.
    He might not even see the long shadow that is cast in the doorway until it falls across the pottery wheel and himself as well. Though the heavy _thud_ of his duffel bag hitting the ground could penetrate that cacophony of sound.
    And then there's that deep voice. "Good, Wade. Good." The accent heavy upon the word 'good' making it sound like there is perhaps an extra 'o' in there or two.
    "I am proud of you to channel your energy into something creative. It pleases me to see you doing better than last time we spoke." And he even walks further into the room and unless Wade is suitably nimble he will get a heavy pat-pat-pat on the shoulder.
    "I am glad to see you."

Deadpool has posed:
"....Lonely time," Wade says, finishing the song lyric, holding up one finger to indicate that he has more lyrics to wade through first before he can properly address Piotr. He does pause long enough to pull up both hands to form a clay-dripping heart shape with both hands over the top of the mashed clay blob that is, at best, a squashed potato.

Wade doesn't dodge, he welcome the approach; he flings both arms up and out, as if anticipating being picked up and hugged like a four year old. "I missed you /more/!" chimes Wade happily. "Because /TIME/... goes by, so -slowly-, and..." More lyrics are fun.

But then he brings one hand in too fast and hits his sculpture. With a yelp some of it gets dislodged and Wade leaps to grab it with both hands before it goes entirely out of control.

"ShitfucknodonkeyassrockyroadicecreamEnemaJuiceNO," rattles the mercenary as he tries to corral his poor artwork from being flung off the spinning wheel with both hands.

Colossus has posed:
    The chuckle given is genuine as Piotr does not quite lift Wade up, but instead gives his shoulder a good /squeeze/ and then steps back as Deadpool decides to continue with his song, embracing the music and interweaving it with his own words.
    Only for him to abruptly bop the sculpture and send it falling...
    Which, of course, triggers the protective reflex in Piotr that has him stepping forward to try and catch it as well, acting like some gigantic Russian goalie during a muddy pitch. And when Wade manages to catch a part of it, causing some of the clay to dislodge and /splat/ right into the eye of the tall man, it's enough to cause Piotr to respond sharply. "Pryamo v moy glaz!"
    He straightens up and rubs at his eye, "Ach," But to his credit... he does try to still save it before it can hit the ground.

Deadpool has posed:
"I'll save you, dearheart!" Wade says, abruptly standing up. He stops the kickwheel with one foot (like he should have in the first place when the sculpture started to get flung, and looks at his belt. "---Okay wait wait, my hands are gross, hold that thought," Wade says, looking around, starting to try to use his own pants to wipe his hands on, but he's got clay all over his lap. That's not going to work.

"Wait wait," Wade says, attempting to wipe hands on Colossus's pants instead, since, well, he probably can't dodge while blind-- and then fishes in his belt pouches. "I have it... aha!" A small packet with a cleaning cloth in a foil wrapper is procured, and he rips it open, handing the towelette by a corner up and waving it around like a bouncing prize.

"Saving the day, one moist towelette at a time!"

Colossus has posed:
    Colossus did indeed have nice clean blue jeans that fit him rather well, thank you. Only now they have two long smeeeears along the pockets and down the legs, with small bits of clay and clay detritus left upon them. The tall mutant grimaces as he still rubs at his eyeball with the back of one wrist, squinting and scrunching that eye.
    "Ack, Wade. What are you?" He asks even as he opens his good eye and sees the waving waggling of the wetnap. He reaches for it, perhaps presuming it's for him, and perhaps wrongly so. But if possible he'll take it and wipe at his eyeball.
    But even with the initial round of lunacy, instead of admonishment from the Russian mutant, Wade will hear that deep throaty laughter from the man. "Ah Wade Wilson. There is an old saying that the best of friends cannot help but steal years of your life." Perhaps he's saying Wade's a good friend, perhaps he's saying that the man is trying. Perhaps both.
    Once he's free of clay in the eye, he'll step to the side and then realizes the mess on his jeans and starts to wipe it away as best he can. "You make me tired, Wade. So tired." But those words are said with a positiveness to them.
    Then, "Tell me what has passed, good friend. I have missed much it seems."

Deadpool has posed:
The wet nappie was absolutely for Colossus. It was waggled at him and everything. Wade tosses the wrapper aside, and resumes posture on the pottery wheel, roughly as if he enjoyed having the clay item between his legs. The position might appeal for whatever reason. He glops the clay back into the center, but doesn't start to spin it again. There's chatting to be had.

"I am a meat popsicle," Wade chimes when asked what he is. "I adore that movie. If you don't get the reference we need to see it. Netflix and chill or something. With popcorn. That's on you, big guy. The popcorn."

"Many things passed. Like. I am now here a lot. I got stuck in the elevator the other day. News news... um. Thor was gone for a while. My Avenger friends did not appreciate me offering to be Thor for them. Captain America is gone now, and I don't know what to do with myself. His room is very lonely with just me in it. The rose petals on his bed are all shriveled, like my whole..." Wade gestures to sort of all of himself. "Thing I have going on, but mostly my feels."

Colossus has posed:
    "Meat popsicle?" Colossus furrows his brow, still wiping a little at his brow but now trying to perhaps get clay bits off of his jeans. He takes up a seat to lean against one of the desks there in the art classroom, and it may seem a touch precarious considering how big he is. But somehow it works.
    "Is that not what those... those bad people from one of Samuel's games say?" He likely isn't even sure what it's called. But then he seems to dismiss it mentally as he waves a hand.
    "Assuredly, we shall do this netflixing." He nods again, for that sounds normal. And normal with Wade is a victory in many ways.
    "The others are more accepting of you?" Piotr asks, eyebrow lifting with a hint of incredulity, but he's quick to chase those words with a smile, "Then that is good. Very good."
    He listens along, nodding his head at points, managing to keep up with Wade for now, "Avengers disappearing. This is not good news. What does Scott think of these matters?" Naturally expecting their leader to have some plan of action or the like.

Deadpool has posed:
"Wolvie has not attempted to stab me recently, which is entirely abnormal and I am kind of upset that he might be forgetting his love for me," Wade laments thoughtfully. He turns the kickwheel of the pottery wheel back and forth with his feet, to the left, then slowly to the right, just using it as a toy, more than for what it's supposed to be for: sort of like a child sitting on an exercise bike and playing with the pedals.

"YAY for netflixing! It is a date. And I don't mean that in a way that will cause you to beat me in the face with a fist right now; I'm being lucid, and we're on a pretty good streak for it today without adding new dynamics, I think," Wade chatters happily.

"I dunno what Scott thinks. Do you for some reason believe Scott would tell me what he thinks?" Wade asks, flattered. "Aw. Like I'm an X-Man or something. I'm touched. You touch me."

Colossus has posed:
    Nodding his head slowly, Piotr makes a small 'hmmm' sound at the news of Logan's inattentiveness. To some it might be a silly thing to address, but Colossus knows at least somewhat how Wade's mind works in this regard for the Canadian X-Man and so he is able to answer with at least believable advice.
    "You know how Logan is at times at the mercy of his moods. It is unlikely anything you have done that has driven him off into himself. He needs no aid to disappear within his thoughts, da?" As he says that his smile slips towards the sad, knowing full well the demons that haunt his fellow X-Man.
    "It is a date, in the non-dating good friends spending time together way. This I find pleasing, yes." Though it does make him chuckle a little.
    At the comment about Scott another nod and a chuckle is given he holds up a hand as if to stop Wade from continuing down that line of thought. "Have you seen or spoken to Illyana of late? Katya said something that makes me feel there is something afoot." Probably the way she was giggling for some reason while typing out a text message.

Deadpool has posed:
"Illyana. Nuh uh. Is she here someplace?" Wade asks, entirely openly. He has no idea, and it is all over his face --err -- mask. He shrugs excessively, both hands lifting way up, as if to be sure the patrons in the back of the audience were all aware of exactly how much he had no clue about that. "Shouldn't you know your sister more than me? I mean. I don't know your sister at all. Zero. She is your sister, right? I feel like I might know that information so I'm going with that yes, I know it."

Best ramble ever.

"I know I'm answering this out of order but this is my train of thought, and it backs out of the station. I think maybe Wolvie is playing hard to get. So I will get him hard next time," chirps Wade, and begins to kick-spin the pottery wheel again. "Can you teach me to do this in a way that doesn't make a drooping phallus?"

Colossus has posed:
    "My sister, da." The tall man answers with a nod and a smirk that creeps over his features, he exhales a deep breath. "She is often here." A pause, then he gives a sort of shrug with his eyebrows as his head tilts slightly to the side, "And yet she is often elsewhere as well. For she is a teleporter between worlds, you see."
    When Deadpool shifts gears, Piotr does not come along with him at first. Perhaps it's the madness that is Deadpool's conversational skills. Or perhaps it's that Piotr is always just that fraction of a second behind as he mentally translates English into his native language. Whichever it is, he gives Wade a slightly confused look as he parses what is said.
    "Oh no!" He says, though Wade might think it's in answer to his final question, but he's meaning about Wolverine. "You should definitely not... 'get him hard next time'. For Logan responds to such things with greatly disproportionate responses." Poor Piotr, he means that Logan strikes out viciously and not... the other thing.
    "As for the sculpting. Of course, here, let me show you how to make a bowl." He pushes himself to his feet and moves over toward the wheel.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade lets out a strangled deep sound like a goose being thrown against a wall. "I get everyone hard. It's a thing. Including myself. That's a bigger thing. I mean that in both ways. Because I am often bigger. Okay. I lie. I mean. Here YOU are and everything, and there's been enough close encounters that I know that's not true, so I'm not even going to try a measurement competition. Although I'm okay with losing. If losing includes like, spankings, or something," Wade prattles. It's rapidfire, poor translator may get every other word. And for Wade's health, that might be for the best in the end (rimshot).

"Yes, you will show me, and I will sing the song," Wade agrees, just /thrilled/, waving both hands for his new teacher to come rub the phallus-clay with him.

"I've hungered, HUNGERED for your TOOOOOooouuuuuuchKaosdrachen (talk) 06:58, 25 January 2020 (UTC)!"

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