10866/When Pizza Runs Go Awry....

When Pizza Runs Go Awry....
Date of Scene:	25 January 2020
Location:	Wellness Office - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shannon winds up in the Wellness Office having to get stitches after being attacked by anti-mutant bigots in Salem Center. Sam Guthrie comes to visit her, and hears about not only the attack, but the incident the previous night of the theater as well. Life, love, heartache, worries, and loneliness are discussed.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Cannonball

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Nightingale has posed:
     Well, at least this time Shannon hadn't wound up in the medbay. But neither was she any too happy about landing in the Wellness Office. The reason for her visit is plainly evident as she has had to shed a slashed, blood-stained pair of jeans, and is in one of the beds with the sheet over her midsection and hips for modesty. Her right leg has a light shining on it while one of the medical staff is working on getting the area numbed up to do what needs to be done--namely, clean out and stitch up a sizeable gash about midway up her right shin. She grimaces and hisses softly as the local anaesthetic is administered, but otherwise holds still. This was /not/ going to be fun to explain!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie had gotten the message from her a bit late dang those laggy text messages. He got home and was told where Shannon was and he is now walking into the room. He looks over winces just a bit, and says "Ok, you get in here much more gonna start skipping the are you ok, and go straight to the what happened." He will take her hand to give her something to squeeze "So, you ok?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hey now, I haven't been in here or the medbay as a patient in a -really- long ti... ahhhh..." Yeah. Shannon is really glad for squeezing Sam's hand as the anaesthetic is administered. Her grip has definitely improved since being at the school, strength training doing some good there as well. She takes a few deep breaths and lets them out slowly, breathing her way through it till the area begins to numb. "Yah, I'm okay. Can't say the same for those three thugs, though."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and will move to lean on the bed a bit blocking her view of her leg as best he can and says "Ok, tell me what happened?" He will ask her. "And yea I know, you did not even get shot at the museum."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Had a hankering for some pizza, and I didn't feel like baking it myself. Mistake number one." Shannon tilts her head back so she's not looking down at her leg as the wound was being cleaned, which thankfully was painless. "I was coming out of the pizza joint in Salem Center with a few pies and wound up with a feline friend following me. I stopped and picked a bit of meat off of one of the pizzas to give to him, and he was looking kind of funny at my wings. So I let the cat look. Problem is, it pissed off those three thugs and they tried to pick a fight."

     With the wound clean, the first of what will have to be several stitches is being set. For once, the winged teen is being a decent patient and holding still. "I tried three times to walk away from it. The third is what you saw in that message. Bastards rushed me anyways. Got two of them with a flying drop kick, dropped the third with a knee to the family jewels. He had a knife in his boot and got me but good."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie frowns a bit to this and says "Ok, and what shape did you leave them in?" He asks the young lady. "Ah may have to go find these fellows and have a word with them myself

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well..." There's actually a bit of pride in her voice at this part; Shannon hadn't trained as much in combat as she might have liked, so for her to be admitting this was a point of pride with her. "...by the time I left there, they were still on the ground. The two I drop-kicked sure weren't moving, though they were breathing. The guy who slashed me, well... after the cat jumped on his back and was clawing the living hell out of him, that gave me a chance to kick him in the kidney. He wasn't moving, either."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "The cat attacked him?

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods slowly, her expression a little bit bemused. "Yeah, it was the weirdest thing. Didn't happen till I got slashed, but then the cat went ballistic on the guy. Poor little thing got thrown, but I was at least able to get them out of the way and make sure they were okay before coming home." She pauses for a moment here, biting her lower lip. "There's a bit more I wish I could say," she continues, her voice a little hesitant. "But you remember how you told me that not everyone might want to be found out? There was something a bit unusual about the cat I have a feeling they don't exactly want spread around. Honestly, I'm not quite sure I entirely believe what I saw and heard myself." Wait, the girl who had no problem talking to gods as if it were the most normal thing in the world, was saying something was strange?

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "Well I think there might be something about the cat just from it attacking like that. What color was it, did you try to talk to it?

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods again, her expression bemused. "Oh yeah. Talked to the cat, alright." She leaves off there, scratching the back of her head a bit. "Handsome one, too, a mostly dark-furred calico with a few orange splotches and a white bib."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Ok, so was not catseye, didn't think she had a small cat form." He hmms and says "Cat ask ya not to tell anyone about it able to talk?""

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head, and shrugs, trying to peer around Sam to see how the work on her leg is coming along. She's not able to see much, so settles back on the bed, a touch irritated with herself. "Not outright, but given that they sure took their sweet time speaking up, it kind of made me think they're real choosy about who they talk to."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "So it did talk, ok." He hmms and says "A mutant perhaps, did you try to set up a meeting with one of us?

Nightingale has posed:
     Crap! Well, so much for keeping her mouth shut! Shannon opens her mouth as if to retort to Sam when she realizes just how deftly he'd managed to tease the information out of her, only to clamp it shut once more. "Stinker." She shakes her head, and shrugs. "Not sure if they're a mutant or not. Or if they'd want to meet with others. I kept mum about the school, though." She purses her lips slightly. "Maybe I could try and find them again, see if they'd be open to a meeting with you?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "See if they are willing to talk to another mutant who maybe able to help them if they need help yea.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles to that. "Yeah, it's the least I could do. He sure saved my bacon. Could've been a lot messier if he hadn't clawed the living daylights out of that third thug." She scratches the back of her head again, and squirms a little bit. "Ummm, I sure do hope those guys decided to run, though. I sort of sent /both/ Sam's that message..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hms and says "Well, I may have to check on them for more than one reason then. He hmms and says "Did you check the third guy to see if he made it?

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods. "He was still breathing, but he'll be singing soprano for a while. And I think all three are going to be a bit sore. Maybe they'll think twice next time." She grimaces a bit, pausing for several very long moments. "Don't suppose Bean had a chance to make his AAR to you about last night, did he...?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie sighs and reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose "What happened?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Great. Well, looked like she was going to have to make this AAR as well. "Well... you heard about that old 1920's theater that was restored near Evolution, right? Bean and I went to check it out, and well... yeah. It got messy. Thugs dressed like some of the old silent and early silver screen era film characters started busting things up and tried to kidnap the theater owner." She sighs a little, and looks up at the ceiling.

     "That masked, cloaked guy showed up. Remember the one we saw in the warehouse that one time we were there with Megan? Yeah, that guy. He was there as a friendly. Did a lot to help things, made it easier for Bean to do his thing, and I managed to take down the one who grabbed the theater owner. With nothing more than my cloak." Yeah, she puffs up a bit with pride there, too, but even that quickly turns to a very sober tone. "He managed to get his hands free, though, and was swinging blindly. I didn't duck, got a shiner that took most of today to get rid of. Bean... took care of the matter, with great prejudice."

     There seemed to be something else, too, that was niggling at the back of her mind, her brows furrowed. "On our way in, there was one guy who kind of stood out. Big guy, bit of a bruiser. Long, tawny gold hair, had sideburns that kind of reminded me of Logan. Tried saying hi but he never replied. Not sure if he had anything to do with it or not, but well... not sure why, but something about him gave me the creeps."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will hmmms and walks over to one of the computers and with a little bit of typing he brings up a picture of Victor Creed. "This guy?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shivers visibly and nods, rather emphatically. "Oh yah. That's a face you don't forget. Who /is/ that guy, anyways? And what the heck would he have been doing there?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well I don't think he was having anything to do with it, if he had you would have known and it would be bad. He is basiclly the Anti-Logan. Seems he might be on the at least semi good guy side right now, actually came to Rogue's birthday party without causeing issues"

Nightingale has posed:
     Crap. Now that bit of news drained the color from Shannon's face. "Ummm, the Anti-Logan, huh? He doesn't... you know..." She holds up one hand and makes a little -snikt- sound. Then she goes dead silent. For this guy to have earned that appellation from Sam, that could only mean one thing. "...was this the guy that actually managed to send Logan to the medbay that one time?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Possibly, when they get into it both of them end up pretty badly messed up. He does not have the adamantium, and his claws are more like cat claws than Logans. Think the two have been going at one another for a long time."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon frowns very deeply and nods. "This isn't gonna be pleasant, but I'm kind of thinking one or the other of us might want to let him know this guy's showing up, instead of letting him get blindsided."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "Actually Logan, and Laura are both out of town right now. They went up to do a bit of bonding, not sure when they will be back.'

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lets out a little bit of a sigh and nods. "Oof. That'll be a bit of news for them to come back to. Guess it's better than finding out the hard way, but still..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Actually met a few people who we are friends with who consider him friends. I don't know what his current deal is to be honest."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs, and tries again to get a peek at how the medical staffer is doing on her leg. She's rebuffed with a gentle, "Just be patient, young lady, we're almost done." She nods, and glances back at Sam. "Guess I should count myself lucky that he wasn't really that involved, then."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yea you would be doing a bit more healing than this will take ya. Your gonna be ok though, I think you will heal up quickly

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles somewhat, and nods. "Cut like this, just the one? Maybe a day. Especially with it being stitched up well like it is. Wish my sewing was half as good."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks and says "You can compliment someone without putting yourself down kiddo." He makes a pinching motion but does not pinch her.

Nightingale has posed:
     The medical staffer, a competent-seeming woman in her thirties with raven-black hair, smiles and nods in agreement. "He's got a good point, young lady. Besides, it's a different kind of sewing than you're used to."

     This only gets Shannon pursing her lips, frowning in confusion. "Well, how am I going to learn if you don't let me see what's going on?" She catches the pinching motion from Sam and shakes her head, starting to laugh a little. "Well, it's not as good! No pinches!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "You learn by practice, and you can practice on oranges, and fake arms and such. You don't have to have people to work on for that."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grumbles and nods. "I wasn't thinking of actually trying to stitch anyone up, you silly goose! Sure, okay, my gifts are harder to practice otherwise, but something like stitching up a wound? Yeesh!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "You watch her sewing her up what else ya gonna learn to do from it/"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Maybe the right way to clean up and seal up a wound like this one without having to use my gifts. At least, not till I learn to shift them a bit. Speaking of which, are there going to be any DR sessions coming up you'd need me there for?" She crosses her arms a little bit, ruffling her wings. It wasn't much fun, feeling like a bit of a fool.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "I think they had did that when I got in here. You know that part. anyways . It is good to keep a patient from seeing the wound so they don't freak

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes a bit at that. "Sheesh. Some of the things I've seen and healed would probably make that look like a paper cut." Yeah, this was a battle she probably wasn't going to win, but so be it. She cracks a bit of a smile, extending her wing towards Sam. "Bah. You're a stubborn cuss, but think I'll keep ya."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks and says "Like you could get rid of me." He ruffles her feathers a bit. " So how are your classes coming?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon puffs up a little bit with pride, her wings spreading out as if she were a peacock showing off its plumage. "Only got a couple B's last semester, but those were in math and chemistry. I think if I study a little harder, or find a way to study smarter, I could do better this semester."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Your doing good, I know ya grades though I ment are you enjoying it, anything your looking for your not getting?

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon closes her eyes briefly, struck to silence. Her wings droop, and she bows her head. Her voice has turned very quiet, hushed as she replies. "Nothing that this place can help. Just time, and a lot of luck."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit, and looks to her "Ok what am I missing kiddo."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head and will say no more on the subject. She takes a few deep breaths to center herself, pushing the heartache aside, locking it away in the recesses of her mind where even she rarely goes. "It's all good, big brother. Can't really think of a whole lot, although the past couple days are making me think I ought to do a bit more in phys ed, maybe start looking into martial arts and unarmed combat."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "We will start you on some hand to hand, can't teach ya all, I know as some of my tricks would not work for you.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles a bit. She reaches out and lightly pats Sam's hand. "Thanks. Figured I'd rather up my odds of not winding up in here again, especially if anti-mutant thugs keep showing up."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie squeezes her hand gently, and says "Might have another student with the driving, turns out Alexis does not know how to either.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles a little. "You worry about her first. Get her all settled with that." And thus end the driving lessons, at least for a little while.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head a bit to this and says "Na, your the primary your more likely to use it than her. She is more learning cause I thought be good if she knows.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs a little bit and shakes her head, spreading out her wings. "She's more likely to use it than I am. These ain't for show, ya know." Settling them back behind her, she smiles faintly. "I can wait. It's okay."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie sighs a bit and says "Stubborn women." He looks at her and says "And you call me stubborn.'

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit. "Look. The way it's looking, she's likely to be your missus. She's /got/ to come first. That's all there is to it." A single tear trickles down her cheek. "Maybe someday..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Ok first off we aint to that point live together but we aint talking marriage, least not yet. Your sixteen don't try to rush it. You worry about it to much kiddo.

Nightingale has posed:
     "I'm not rushing it, but I'm getting goddamn tired of finding a little bit of happiness and then it just fucking disappears again!" She covers her mouth briefly, bowing her head and turning bright red with shame. "Sorry. I won't bring it up again."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie pulls a chair over to look at her, and says "Lila, Angelica, Tabitha, and thats just the ones I dated. You want a list of the ones I had a thing for that I did not fdate?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head, just keeping her eyes closed. "And it's not just that. There's been no word from Chris since around the middle of December, and he's usually pretty good about keeping in touch. Yeah, I know, he doesn't have to really answer to anybody, but... someone I was actually getting along with, and was starting to be able to count on, and they're gone again. And on top of that, one of the few real friends I've got is missing somewhre across the galaxy, and it's not looking like there's going to be a whole helluva lot I can do to help, either."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrielooks to her, and says "Try giving him a line on an email, might have had to get a different phone or something, least an Email is there when he checks it.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods a bit. "It's worth a try. It just sucks being worried sick on top of everything else." She reaches over and gives Sam a hug. "Not just about him, but Cap, too. He's reached out when he didn't have to, and right now it doesn't feel like there's a lot I can do to help him out right back, ya know?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Sometimes there is nothing much we can do, it comes down to that, but remember one important thing. It is Cap, and Ironman, if there is anyone I trust to be able to handle themselves, they are pretty high on that list.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, letting out a bit of a sigh. "Yeah, they're made of sterner stuff than most. Just hate being this helpless, when they've done a lot to help us here."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Just keep doing your best at what ya do, and he would be ok with it.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods a little bit. "What's the good word on Illyana's scrying? Heard anything from her about that yet?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head and says "Not yet, but I am sure she is doing the best she can.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit, ruffling her wings. "I guess in this instance, it'd be better if it turns out I'm not needed after all."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie lets her see her leg now, and says "All fixed up, and probably be here tomorrow by this time to have the stitches out." He squeezes her shoulder, and says "Found something interesting on the internet the other day you might like to try but is possibly to much trouble.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon takes a peek at the stitchery, and smiles a bit, reaching out to squeeze the hand of the medical staffer who had done the work. "Thank you." Hey. It was nice to be needed but could suck on the other, and anyways, thanks never hurt anyone! She's answered with a wink, and a rejoinder to return the next day to have the wound checked, and if necessary, the stitches removed.

Turning back to Sam, she raises her eyebrows, crossing her arms. "What'd you find, and why would it be too much trouble?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her and says "They made french fries into mac and cheese. Had to bake out the fries really low baked, and then ground them up and made the pasta out of them.

Nightingale has posed:
     "On one hand, that sounds like sacrilege to good mac 'n cheese. On the other... that sounds strangely good. Got that link?" Yeah, okay, maybe the winged one would worry, she would fret, and her heart would ache--but there was always the ultimate of comfort foods to help!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Show called good mythical morning, and good mythical kitchen, they do all kinds of wierd stuff"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods some and smiles. "Guess I could look that up and see if it's something I could do here. Bean might revolt at the perversion of mac 'n cheese into some culinary Frankenstein, but hey. Sounds like it's worth a shot." She shrugs, and looks up at the ceiling for a moment. "As for the rest, probably the only thing I can do is if there's no word from Illyana by later today, maybe poke at Kitty and see what the good word is." Hey, if all she could do was keep things moving, then so be it!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, there was one of the Avengers at Rogue's birthday party, so pretty sure they got the ones who can work on it working on it"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and frowns a little bit. "It's... a little annoying, one of them comes to us asking for help, and being in the dark about if anything's happening on our end, ya know? I don't like letting folks down like that." She shrugs, and tests how her leg feels, swinging both over the edge of the bed, while keeping the sheet in place for modesty's sake. "But then again, there's probably a lot that goes on I won't be part of for a few years yet, so..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her and nods "Yea, Ah in the know of things more than say Berto, or Rahne, cause they are not active in the school stuff. Once you have graduated, and if you choose this life then you will be more in the know, but does not mean you will know everything still

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit, and leans over for a hug. "Guess it's one of those things you learn to deal with in this particular life. Probably wasn't any easier when it was your turn."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie makes a soso motion and says "When the x-men were around yea, but occasionally they were not around as mch

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon tilts her head as she looks over at him, furrowing her brows in thought. "So when you were stuck in a holding pattern like this, what did you do to help yourself deal with it? 'cause it's frustrating as trying to dance with two left feet."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Honestly something Ah don't want you doing." He tells her without telling her what.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie adds "If it helps you are already doing it." smiling at her.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon snorts a little. "What, gabbing your ear off and making you think I've lost my marbles?" Rolling her eyes, she laughs a little bit. "Can't lose what I never had, though."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Na, getting into other trouble that I should not have been in.'

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon blinks in surprise at him. "What? You mean the robbery at the museum? The theater last night? And now this bit just going out and trying to get some pizza, and getting jumped by three anti-mutant bigots? How is that helping?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Didn't say it was helping, I said what I was doing when I was being left out of decisions"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon actually giggles a little bit. "Oh, this oughta be good. What -did- you do?" She grins a little bit, relishing a chance to poke at her big brother a bit.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Like ah am dumb enough to tell ya that." He grins at her though

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles. "Never said you were dumb. Anyways, when's the last time I deliberately went out looking for trouble? It finds me enough without poking around for more, thank you!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Never said I went out looking for trouble, more getting in trouble just being out doing things."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon just stares Sam down, and bursts out laughing. "Now I'm sure we're from the same family tree for real somewhere in there. We're both stubborn mules that can't seem to stay out of trouble even when we're not looking for it. /Especially/ when we're not looking!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "And doing some things we should not at times, tihnk you might have more issues when your in normal stuff."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows, debating the wisdom of trying to dash to her dorm in her current state. Her jeans were a loss, they'd have to be replaced. Ugh. It would be another mad dash to her dorm wrapped up in a sheet from the wellness office! "Oh?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Well ah guess bird brain was sorta a normal thing, was at a party and did something stupid and ended up freeing him.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Bird brain?" Now the poor girl is just plain out confused. "Who's that? What did he do, and what did you do?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie sighs and says "Got talked into taking some drugs trying to impress Lila." He waits watching her reaction

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lets her jaw drop a bit, an odd sound of surprise coming from her. "Well, that's one thing I've never done, and never plan on doing. Who the heck would I have to impress anyways, and nothing but getting sick to show for it?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "I did it for a girl, chasing relationship." Sound like someone?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit, and shakes her head. "It hurts like hell to have folks I come to care about disappearing on me, but no, I haven't done anything like that over them."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "But ended up freeing birdbrain while flying out of my gord, which technically, lead to doug being killed"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows again, and sighs. "Moral of the story... better off just being alone. Then I won't have to worry about having something like that happen." She hugs Sam tightly and smiles a little bit.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "No, just don't do stupid stuff like ya big brother"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon hugs Sam tightly. "Guess I keep hoping to be as lucky as everyone else I see around me one day. Being the odd one out sucks. Maybe someday... who knows? But no, I'll try not to do anything stupid over it, okay?"