10987/Sam comes to check on an old teacher.

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Sam comes to check on an old teacher.
Date of Scene: 05 February 2020
Location: Boathouse - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Old friends catch up, and Sam learns a new skill.,
Cast of Characters: Deadzone, Cannonball, Gambit




Deadzone has posed:
    While Tatum fully understands the necessity for her to stay in the guesthouse until Professor Xavier can get a look inside her noggin, that does not make the waiting and doing nothing conductive with her time any easier. At least she got some of her clothes from that Bean kid. Nice boy. Even more fucked up then she used to be!
    She lays on the couch, tossing a ball up in the air and catching it, whistling the theme song to "The Great Escape". She tries thinking Charles' name really hard, in the hopes that maybe he can hear her, knowing full well that he can't with her gift in the way. "Come on, Chuckie! Stop being so damn busy. Jeez! You'd think you were some sort of icon for mutant rights or something."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will have hears the old teach is back, and with her back ground, he wants to introduce her to Alexis, so after making some dinner tonight for the school he has brought a plate for Tatum. He comes up to the door knocking as he has the plate of fried chicken, tater salad, biscuits, cole slaw, and even some mac and cheese.

Deadzone has posed:
Hearing the knock on the door, Tatum catches the ball and puts it on the coffee table nearby. She's grateful for the distraction. Any distraction. She goes to open the door, wearing gym short shorts and a cutoff T that claims she was on the athletic team of Myskatonic University. Seeing who it is, her smile blooms on her face. "Sammie? Sammie Guthrie! Bean told me you were around. Come in!"
    Tatum gestures to the main room of the boathouse. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Ah am good, Ah actually brought you something. Made a batch of Ma's chicken, and figured you could use some good home cooking you did not have to do yourself." He will offer her the plate. Bean is a decent kid, met him already? Get a chance to meet any of the other new students?"

Deadzone has posed:
    Looking at the offered plate, Tatum oooohs. "Didn't get much time for home cooking where I was before. And fried chicken. Now, did you remember that anything fried is my favourite food or did you just get lucky?" She takes the plate and places it on the dinner table before heading to get herself a glass of lemonade.
    "Bean and Bear came to visit me. Seems he and I have similar backgrounds. Only he actually got the same treatment as my brothers and sisters. Poor kid. To have PTSD at that age... It's just not right."
    Sitting herself down, she gestures to the chair across from her at the table. "So, what have you been up to since I was gone? Is Roberto still about? You two were thick as thieves when I was here before."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles, and says "Well a bit of both it is my main thing I cook to be honest." He admits. He will take a chair, and turns it around to straddle it. "There is another who you will want to meet as well." He will look apologetic "Will tell you her name when yours cleared and all, student and all. Berto aint around the school alot, unless he is picking up Lorna, but he is in New York a lot, he has started a business out there. A public face for helping mutants and helping them find work and such. Name is X-Corp, even owns the club in mutant town Ah run."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau normally has the boat house to himself, so while he doesn't walk around the place naked, he didn't percisely expect to find people when he walked out. Thus his hair is sleep tossled from his nap and he is wearing just a pair of New Orleans Saints sweat pants. His eyes widen when he sees that he is not alone...starts to say something, holds up a "Hold that thought" finger... and moves to start a fresh pot of coffee.

Deadzone has posed:
    Tatum starts to eat, clearly enjoying the food as she makes faces that Remy would likely make fun of her for. "You always were one of my best students. So, the tradition of the home ec students cooking the dinner meal for the school is still around? That's awesome."
    She nods her head. "I get it. Until Chuck gets in here," she says, circling a finger about her ear, "And makes sure I'm all on the up and up, you guys can't take a chance. Frankly, if you weren't being so strict on the matter, I'd be a little concerned."
    THe talk over Roberto Costa causes that smile of hers to return. "He started X-Corp? That's... " She stops herself before mentioning anything about other realities and versions of the people she knows, but her smile says it all. Something just went right. At least in her reckoning.
    A laugh as Remy comes out of his room. "Still not used to having a roomie? I promise to give you your space back as soon as I can."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well that and another one of the students is in the kitchen a lot, she is the one who made the Mac and Cheese, is the main reason it aint the blue box version." He admits. He looks over and says "Hey Remy, how you doing?" He will ask the man, before he says back to Tatum. "A few folks around think you will enjoy meeting."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau makes a very non commital noise in Sam's direction. "No coffee. Remy smash bad talkie man unless he get coffee." The Cajun says as he stares daggers at the pot waiting for the black life giving fluid to pour out. He adds a drizzle of milk and a few spoonfuls of honey before taking that first concious giving sip. "Sorry bout dat... Anyone else wan' some?"

Deadzone has posed:
    "Well, I met some girl named Shannon. And apparently some boy named Hambone has taken over for you and Roberto when it comes to making trouble around here," she says, her blue eyes twinkling with merriment. She never was the sort of teacher to discipline them for acting their age. Hell, if anything, she would tell them ways to make sure they didn't get caught!
    Tatum just shakes her head and rolls her eyes at the state of the other faculty member. "Considering it's dinner time, I think I've had my coffee quotient for the day. Late night again?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "I am good thanks man." He looks over to Tatum, then you have met the maker of the mac and cheese." He will tell her as she mentions having met Shannon. He grins a bit and says "Will have to introduce ya to my girl friend, she is the assistant music teacher right now, think you and she will get along.

Deadzone has posed:
    Tatum makes sure to have some of the from scratch mac and cheese. And the coleslaw. And the biscuit. There is a certain furvor with which she eats that might cause one to think that wherever she came from, it wasn't just homecooked meals that were short on supply. "Girlfriend? I look forward to meeting her. Especially if she's the assistant music teacher. Oh! That reminds me. Is Baby still in the music room?" Baby, her Stradivarius, has been sitting in a place of honour in the room, waiting for her return.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yea, got a few fiddle players who have looked her over, but yea she is still there." He grins calling the violin a fiddle. "So, mind if Ah ask, what happened?" He will look to her.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum chuckles, loving how Sam calls her Baby a fiddle. After all, a cello is just a really big fiddle, right? When he asks what happened, there is a look of consternation on her face. "Okay, how to tell you without screwing things up. The same entity that brought me to this world last time? Has been sending me to other realities. And finally sent me back here again. At least, I'm really hoping I'm here again. There is always the possibility that you had a version of me here that happened to go missing around the same time that I went missing from a world very much like this one."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau takes another sip of his coffee, "Statistically speakin' dat's actually much more likely, ta de poin' of bein' almost an absolute certainty." The Cajun says with mild coherence. "Aftah all if yah talkin' trillions of possibilities, it allot more likely ta get damn close den spot on." He pauses and adds, "Ah watch de Discovery channel sometimes!" as if in defense.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit and says "Well considering it is close enough Ah just say your home, and go with that one." He tells her. So you plan on coming back to teaching when ya get the all clear.

Deadzone has posed:
    Tatum looks over to Remy with a glare. If looks could kill. "You just had to go and take the one thing I'm holding onto, didn't you. Dick." In spite of the words, there is a comraderie there that implies that the insult is mostly friendly. Like the way one insults a sibling. "Mind you, Hank will likely agree with you. But, considering I now know who was the person that has been blipping me all over the multi-verse, I think it's actually a good likelihood I'm back on world 2."
    She nods to Sam. "Teaching here, maybe see if the Philharmonic will take me back, maybe even see if Dr. McCoy will forgive me for being a runaway bride, even if that wasn't my intention."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins wickedly at Tatum, that same devil may care smile that is always on his lips, "Now chere, woul' yah 'ave me any ot'er way?" he asks with a bit of mild amusement. "Dat said it's good ta 'ave yah 'ome where yah belong chere... Yah've been missed."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "We get to take a vote on the changes?" He will tease the older man a bit, and says "Actually was wondering Remy, mind teaching me a bit of lock picking?" He offers a smile "think might be a useful skill to have.

Deadzone has posed:
FInishing the meal, Tatum leans back in her chair and smiles, murring softly like a contented cat. "That was good. I could eat a whole 'nother plate of that." She pats her stomach. "Remy, if you were any other way, I'd think I was in another dimension. Seriously." She snickers at the mention of learning how to pick locks. "And another student falls to the dark side."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little bit in amusement, "Now chere, yah can' let dat school boy face an 'Aww shucks demeanor foo' yah. Sam more on de darkside den mos'. Willin' ta bet it comes from 'aving such a big family." He says amused then to the other boy, "Happy ta teach yah mon ami. Ah'd teach yah allot more if Ah didn' t'ink it'd give Scott a 'eart attack." He sips his coffee and considers "Yah wanna learn a lot more? Ah coul' 'ave yah Guild wort'y in undah a year." He says playfully.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, I was thinking more a bit of prepration for the odd situation. Ah have spent a bit of time with a lady thief, and talked her into reforming, don't think Ah would quite be the right fit for the guild." He grins a bit at them."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum chuckles, "Well, technically, Sam here is an adult and able to make his own decisions about the direction his life goes in. Scott really has no grounds to stand on once he hit the age of majority." Nope, Tate isn't helping one little bit. "And what? No offers for me to be in the Guild? I'm offended!"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little bit, a smirk on his lips, "Well yah definately got de fingers foh it chere, but de fact yah face used ta be on posters an all coul' make t'ings a bit difficult foh yah ta be a proper t'ief." He does give Sam an appraising look, looking amused. "Mon ami, given 'alf a chance yah coul' be one of de bes' t'ieves Ah've evah trained. Yah got a devious mind, but day honest face dat wouldn' 'ave a mark look at yah twice. An' yah might be amazed how much de skills of a Guild T'ief an' an X-Man ovahlap."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles and says "Oh yea, Ah just don't quite see myself as stealing stuff, but I would not learning the skills, for when they could come in handy. Might help me a bit with my sneaking, as there is not a lot of sneaking with the powers.

Deadzone has posed:
"I would think that that would make me a perfect front man. Make them pay attention to me while my partner gets all the work done without having to worry about getting noticed." She shrugs and puts on a face of pure innocence, which no one in this room would likely believe. Especially since she once told Roberto and Sam where Hank's secret secret Twinkie stash was for an April Fools joke.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little bit and nods, amused. "Ah coul' work wit' dat, but we'll see 'ow de lock picking stuff go first hmm? Don' fohget dat, despite what Fearless might t'ink, dare is allot more ta bein' a t'ief den jus' stealin' stuff." He looks amused at Tatum and smirks, "Ah suppose it coul' at dat. MAybe Ah shoul' run a class. peculiar procurement 101."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Try, finding the right fence helps too." He is joking a bit though "Ah am pretty sure you would have a lot of sign ups, but might want to start with a bit of close up magic or something to ease it in.

Deadzone has posed:
     Rising to her feet, Tate goes to wash the plate. "Can you imagine the fit Scott would have if he heard us talking about this? It's a good thing he's not psychic, or he'd have had a stroke by now."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a bit and smirks just a bit, "Dat's 'alf de fun isn't it?" he asks Tatum with a bit of a smirk, then to Sam adds "Close up magic? What do Ah know 'bout magic?" he asks with a smirk clapping his hands and then begining to shuffle a deck of cards that wasn't there before. Nothing up his sleaves? He's not even wearing a shirt!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "A little but not much, practiced a few minor card tricks, but aint really did them in years."

Deadzone has posed:
    "Don't ask him where he kept that. You don't want to know. And if he asks you to pick a card, I'd turn him down." The goth looks over to Remy then and waggles her brows. Shit disturber? Her? Never!! "Well, card tricks would get you started on your hands getting all lithe and limber. I could always teach you how to open locks my way. Not nearly as smooth and finesse like as his, but it gets the job done."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau rolls his eyes. "Well yah way is noisy an' messy. Mah way, yah usually gone 'fore de mark even know yah were dare ta start wit'." He smirks a bit and walks over to his room, coming back with a small pouch the size of a pocket protector. "Here some picks." He explains. "Be careful wit' dem, dat set wort' about $500."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Ok, I will make sure to not mess them up. Should I buy some locks or anything to practice on?" He will ask the other man. He looks to Tatum, and says "I can possibly open them with a blast punch but yea thats not quiet either.

Deadzone has posed:
    "I never said my way didn't have it's downsides. But it works. And there is something so satisfying about breaking things. Doors, windows, kneecaps." She leans against the kitchen sink and gives that sweet, innocent look again. The one that no one would ever believe if they knew her at all. "Just no practicing on the locks on the doors in the women's dorm and you should be okay. And don't let Hambone know you have them. I've only been back two days and I already know he's trouble waiting to happen."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks amused. "Ah've got a lock board 'ere. Yah can practice on dat ta start. Less likely ta break a pick 'fore yah know what yah doing." He smirks a bit, "When yah ready foh yah first lesson Ah'll break it out foh yah." He smirks a little bit and adds, "Dose locks are so easy a blind monkey coul' open dem..." And how would he know /tha--- oh right, Cajun.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles a bit and says "Well at worst Ah think Ah am a near sighted monkey not quite blind." He chuckles a bit and says "Ok, will start looking up the info and then get you to give me more real teaching

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum pushes off of the counter and walks past Remy, ruffling his hair. In doing so, her power strips away all that makes him a mutant and his eyes are momentarily a beautiful hazel. "I'm gonna get some shut eye. Try not to keep me up tonight with your shenanigans, Cajun." She winks and then looks over to Sam. "Thank you so much for dinner. I needed that. Food that didn't come out of a can." She salutes Sam with a pair of fingers at her pierced brow and then heads over to the other bedroom. "Night boys."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Good to see one of ours back and know she is safe." He comments about Tatum. "I think she and Alexis will get along well."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit and heads over to his room with...well it's a board covered in locks. A lock board. "Now do yah know /anyt'ing about de art?" he asks simply pulling out another set of picks, poping the first five locks before you could say "Whoa, that was fast."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, I know unlike most people think you need at least 2 tools per lock, one to hold the tumblers and one to turn but not sure how to find the tumblers, or how to hold multiple at one time"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods a bit and takes out a piece that looks like a small tiny spoon. "Dis is yah tension wrench." The thief explains calmly, "Insert dat in de bottom of de keyhole, an' yah wanna apply pressure. Firm but not too firm." He advises... "Now insert yah pick an' move it back an' fort' like.." He considers the younger man's likely life experiance "Like cleaning a baby bottle."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will open the tools taking them all out and taking a moment to look at each one and then will take the one described and move to slide it into the lock.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods, "Now torque de wrench a bit, like turning a key." He instructs. "Yah shoul' feel de first pin sliding up an' ovah de pick. Be careful cause once it goes yah won' wanna pull it back out past dat poin'."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "So do you need a tool per tumbler in the lock, more than 2 for most locks?

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau head shakes. "Once yah t'rough one yah'll be able ta just slide t'rough to de next. Keep going till yah get ta de back. Yah move de last pin inta place yah shoul' feel de tension wrench start ta turn."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and follows what he is told to do. It takes him a few tries the tools slipping and he has to restart a couple times, but eventually he gets it right

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks a a bit amused and a little proud as the other man gets through. "Okay now de tricky part. Yah wanna turn de tension wrench an' pick, not letting de pins slip. Jus' like it's a key."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will try a bit and though it almost slips he gets it and the lock pops open. the young man smiles and says "Ok, interesting."