11408/Let's not kill ourselves today!

Let's not kill ourselves today!
Date of Scene:	29 April 2020
Location:	Garage - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Scott presents Shannon with a Vespa and a helmet and talk with various friends.
Cast of Characters:	Cyclops, Phoenix, Nightingale, Cannonball, Shadowcat, Pixie

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Cyclops has posed:
The garage is open on this beautiful New York April afternoon. Now that classes are out, Scott is currently working on a certain Vespa that was pulled out from the back. He's in a pair of khaki shorts, a snug black shirt and as usual his red Raybans with a backwards Mets cap on his head. He has an oil pan on the ground and a number of different tools strewn about him. The front wheel of the Vespa has been removed as well, but it apperas that a new tire has been put on the rim, so it most likely is ready to get put back on in a bit.

Music can be heard from a radio that he has plugged in. The greatest band of all time. Journey. Real dad music. He's a fan of the older 80's rock. Something that he and Tony Stark share in common, even if the Billionaire tends to swim more towards AC/DC vibes. As he works a torque wrench into the body of the vehicle, he waits for the bolt to tighten, then puts it to the side, then removes the oil pan to dispose of the contents safely.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey is helping. Okay, she's not. She's supervising, which really means she is laying on a fold out lounge chair nearby and catching up on a book. She's got on a teal tank top with denim shorts trimmed in yarn lace and similarly styled sandals, a very boho sorta look. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail and she's got a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses on. No work for her today, it's time to relax.

Nightingale has posed:
     Some fears were meant to be conquered with others. Some fears were meant to be tackled on one's own. If Shannon stood any hope of getting anywhere near that Vespa again--and that was assuming the vehicle had passed checks by Mr. Summers--she had to either get over this claustrophobia, or find a helmet that would offer a good measure of protection while being less apt to touch off a fear she was embarrassed to find she even had in the first place. Dressed in jeans, white sneakers, a black t-shirt, and with her trusty brown leather bag tied to her belt as always, she's perched not too terribly far away--and, it seems, borrowing the helmet from Alexis again. Right now she's got the thing on her head, visor down, trying to keep her breathing slow and even, and not panic.

     However, this was easier said than done. But, in the end, it would hopefully be worth it.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking in from the kitchen area. He looks around to see what is up, as he heads over to his station wagon.

Shadowcat has posed:
One more Vespa's coming into the garage. Okay, no. A Vespa, with Kitty on it in a skullcap, goggles, and driving gloves, and Lockheed on her head, enjoying this too damn much. That guy's all hey, I'm the hat here.

Kitty slows her scooter and brings it to a halt, hopping off once it's shut off and reaches up to tug the skullcap and Lockheed off her head. All that does is get the little guy to protest and get set on the flor. "Look, we're home now. I know you liked when I got up to speed on the expressway but..." Kitty sighs taking a look aroundd and stashes the gloves, goggles and, ah yeah, the skullcap safely away before taking in what's going on. "I come back to Journey?" she asks with a smile.

Cyclops has posed:
"Miss Lance, usually you put the helmet on before you drive, though looking at you now, I wonder if we should make incomng students who are new to their flight powers required to wear a helmet during training so not to accidently injure themselves." Scott says as he gives her a raise of his brow upwards.

As he returns to the vehicle, he picks up the front wheel, then begins reattaching it after checking the air gauge one last time to ensure it was correct. "Besides, you don't need to wear that one." He says with a jerk of his chin upwards towards the helmet she is wearing. "I took the liberty of finding one that I think you may find suitable, as well as ensuring that it provides the proper protection."

"Jean, can you pass me that wrench?" He asks as he is currently using both hands to lock the wheel into place, but he will need to tighten bolts of course. << Please. >>

"Good afternoon, Kitty." He says to her with a small smile. "Journey is my garage music. Easy to listen to and focus on my task. How was your day out?" He gives a nod of his head towards Sam as well. "Guthrie."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey hoists up her chin enough to look towards Scott, though she doesn't actually move to get up out of her chair. She doesn't need to, she can cheat. A wrench comes slowly floating over towards Scott, politely offered handle first and patiently hovering mid-air for him to collect it.

"Hello, everyone. Nice day for some fresh air." Jean says warmly to the gathering faces as she bookmarks her page and rests the worn paperback in her lap. "It's also his sing-when-no-one-is-listening music." She tacks on with a serene look given towards the red-eyed mechanic.

Nightingale has posed:
     With a deep sigh of relief, Shannon all but tears the helmet off of her head, her eyes closed tightly. "Thank you, Mr. Summers" she offers. "I'm not new to flight, though. It's just... I wasn't counting on how claustrophobic this thing is. I was trying to get over it." But, with any luck, it seemed like it wouldn't be necessary. And anyways, her curiosity is piqued, both by what is going on with the Vespa, and the prospect of a helmet that would actually let her breathe!

     With the worry of the helmet out of the way, she moves a bit closer to observe a master at his craft. Was this the same Vespa she'd noted in the mix of fixer-uppers? And if so, how come she wasn't learning to work on it herself? Jean gets a smile and a bit of a wing-wave. "Hi there, miss Grey!" Sam and Kitty both get a smile and a wing-wave as well. "Hi, big bro! Heya, Kitty! Lockheed... you giving Kitty grief again? She better not have fed you dairy again!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Hey helmets are ok, my graduation costume had one, and if there was ever someone who does not need a helmet when flying." he will call over to them. He opens the hood of the old wagon, and checks the fluids.

Shadowcat has posed:
"Show off" Kitty jokes and nods to Shannon then Jean, Samuel and Scott. "Lockheed's no trouble Shannon, he was coming back home to get food, and if you're wearing a helmet, I'd be worried with your flying. Or are you safety concious?" Kitty wonders aloud. She....doesn't do helmets. Or at least, doesn't do conventional helmets. Though when she can phase...

Cyclops has posed:
Scott suffers sometimes from 'tunnel vision'. He picks up a project, goes to do something small, then suddenly finds himself elbow deep in oil and parts. He reaches out and takes the wrench from Jean as it floats over, then goes about attaching the wheel. "You're welcome. So, what do you think?" He asks as he starts to crank the bolts into place. "It needed a lot of work to make sure it would pass a state inspection. Replaced a belt in the engine, front wheel's rim was dented and both tires were bald. Also, VIN number passed clean."

Giving a smirk over towards Jean, he rolls his eyes behind his shades a bit. "I am still training for my appearance on American Idol." He jests to her with a hint of humor in his voice. A rare showing of his hair being let down. Working on cars does that for him.

"I remember that helmet, Sam." He pushes himself up and heads to the back of the garage, grabbing a box off the bench, then heads over to Shannon to hold it out. It's a light blue colored helmet, designed to be lightweight with a small visor over the front to protect the eyes. "Here you go. This meets all the safety requirements and it's not as invasive as a motorcycle helmet. Think of it more like a baseball helmet with a visor. I'll teach you how to fall off one of these properly in the case that it does happen." He hums to himself in thought.

"I can do that with the Danger Room, actually." He takes a notepad out and starts to scribble something down.

Nightingale has posed:
     There's a rather delighted -squee- from Shannon, and now she's all up next to the Vespa, poking about and giving it a very critical looking-over. "It's beautiful! But you didn't have to put in all that work yourself! What's going to be left for shop class now?" The last is offered with good humor, as if she were a kid on Christmas morning. "Though... yeah, probably better to start with basic maintenance rather than a full restoration."

     And it seems Christmas in April wasn't quite over yet, with the box from Scott opened and the new helmet in hand. "There's one way to find out." Taking a deep breath, she plops the thing on her head, visor down and all. And waits.

     This time, her color remains normal, and while there is a brief uptick in fear that rolls off of her, it takes much less to restore calm--and the helmet remains on. "You're right. That's way better. I can actually breathe in this one!"

     Oh, my. Well, it looked like she had a lot of Danger Room training in store, if she was going to learn to handle the Vespa safely. But it would be worth every minute of it all!

     A giggle escapes her, and she calls out to Sam. "Given what you showed me of some of your first flight course DR playback there, I can't even imagine /why/ you'd have needed a helmet at graduation..." She can't help a little snicker, and an impish grin over at him.

Phoenix has posed:
There's a low noise of dismay from Jean as old wardrobe is brought up. "Those early uniforms were awful. It was like wearing a deflated balloon made of rubber, plastic, and prayers. Bless the advances in materials. At least now I can actually move my arms when I need. May they rest in the vaults to be unseen forever more."

She sits herself up swings her legs over the edge of the chaise to better see everyone, her eyes moving towards Shannon and Kitty. "I'm sure we can find some alternatives. We have no shortage of people who'd love a building challenge. Is it an issue of vision, constraint, or a combination?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn hasn't been seen around as much as usual. A far cry from her chipper self, she's mostly been staying to herself, keeping quiet and avoiding other people whenever possible. She's also adopting a lot of the goth look lately, wearing black jeans and a black lacy shirt today, such a stark contrast from her usual bright and cheerful attire.

The confused fairy girl pauses at the sight of people gathered around the garage, and she's about to turn and walk away..But the helmet that Shannon's wearing does catch her attention, and she could really use something like that as she tries to relearn how to fly with these awkward wings, so she cautiously approaches the small group, peering around a bit warily..

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Hey Pixie, come join us for a moment, was curious anyone taught you any drivers ed yet?"

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty shakes her head at the floating wrench, tsking a little then giving Shannon a thumbs up at the new helmet. "Beefore you ask...no. You don't get my Vespa either" she says with a knowing smile. "Gotta use what the school gives you. So" Kitty points out with a knowing nod, suddenly picturing a Driver's Ed Vespa. Which makes her smile.

"So you sing? Alright" Kitty says and nods simplyy. Then her gaze falls onn Pixie and her face gets serious. "You know my door's open if you need anything, right?" she asks Pixie, a sortt of low key what's going on with you, Pixie?

Cyclops has posed:
"I left something for you to work on. Attaching your mirrors." Scott says as he motions with his screwdriver towards the ground. The mirrors are not attached. Next to them is a washer and a flat head screw driver. "Easiest repair you can do on the Vespa. You can actually do this in less than a minute for each mirror and it will help give you some confidence."

"I would never revisit our old uniforms, even if I was paid to. They had little to no wiggle room and were far too tight. It was like wearing spandex sweat pants and a box over my head." He taps the side of his shades gently with a finger. "How far we have come. I do miss my blue and gold uniform though. That was stylish." Heading over to Jean's side, he settles down next to her, plucking up her tea to take a sip from it with a small smile, then leans forward to give her a small, chaste kiss to the cheek. A rare sign of affection between the pair of them.

When Sam calls out to Megan, he furrows his brows with a bit of concern as he gives her a glance over at her current apparel. His jaw shifts as he rises up to his height again, leaving behind the tea for Jean since he only took a sip. He knows better than to steal from the Phoenix. "Miss Gwynn, how are you doing?" He asks her in an even, concerned tone of his voice. He makes a mental note to check up on her current evaluation and progress. Perhaps McCoy has figured something out.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's quick to pick up the mirror, washer, and screwdriver, peering at them, then where the mirror is supposed to go. Okay. This couldn't be all that bad, could it? It takes a few tries, with the pieces clattering to the ground a few times in the process, bringing a bit of color to the winged girl's cheeks. Soon enough, though, the first mirror is attached, with a quick twist of the screwdriver to tighten the connection.

     Yay!

     Looking rather pleased with herself, she glances up to Jean and tilts her head. "A lot more about the constraints, and not being able to breathe in the helmet Alexis was letting me try on. I... wasn't counting on finding out about claustrophobia the hard way." She motions to the light blue helmet, which sometime in the interim, she'd doffed, and set to the side. "The one Mr. Summers found, though, doesn't have that problem. I can get used to that one."

     Pixie gets a look of concern, an arched brow, and a light smile. "Hey... how's it going?" A quick look of concern is shot to both Jean and Scott, her brows furrowing deeply with worry.

Phoenix has posed:
Like the others, Jean looks towards the arriving Megan and gives the fae-girl a welcoming smile from where she sits on an old lounge chair. "Good afternoon, Megan!" Certainly she's as curious as the rest as to her well-being, but the question has been asked. So she waits, and returns Scott's peck and tea thievery with an affectionate bump of her shoulder that turns into a lingering lean before reluctantly shifting back as he gets up.

Mention of teaching students to drive has her looking towards Sam, and there's a light bob of her chin in a silent agreement with the question. "Summer's about here, it'll be a good time to take stock of who needs to learn and get some classes organized."

And then her gaze turns to Shannon and there's an understanding nod of her head. "Good, glad he found you something that works. Helmets and masks are no good if you can't breathe in the things - speaking of terrible old uniforms."

Cyclops has posed:
As he watches Shannon work on the bike, Scott lets her fumble her way through it. He'll only step in if need be, but it doesn't seem like he has to. "Good job. Easy, huh?" He watches Sam and Pixie talk for a bit before he angles his attention over towards Jean. He gives her another smile, then goes about cleaning up the tools to put them back into place.

"I'll send out an email to the school and see who is all ready to earn their driver's permits. From there, we'll set up a classroom for studying and testing. Once they pass the written exams, we can work on test driving their vehicle of choices."

He taps Journey off as well, then pops the cassette tape out and pockets it. It's that old school. A real 80's classic.

"Excited, Miss Lance?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn smiles faintly at Sam as she comes over. "Umm no, not really..I usually just fly about but.." she shrugs. "Whatcha all doin'?" Looking to Kitty, she nods slowly, "Yeah, think I might..Thanks, Kitty.."

To Scott and Jean she nods, glancing only briefly, thoughtfully at Shannon. "I'm okay, just thinking a lot about stuff.." she shrugs, "Actually I was wondering if I could borrow a helmet, like shannon's, or maybe a bike helmet? Since my wings..changed, it's been hard getting used to them, maybe you can give me some pointers later, Shannon?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "I'm no flight instructor, but sure. Kind of remember what it was like when my wings first grew in. Hardest part was getting used to the way they move." Shannon motions to the more fully enclosd motorcycle helmet. "That one's Alexis'. She was letting me borrow it so I could get used to wearing one..." Her grin spreads slowly across her face, and she looks towards the Vespa. "...while I'm learning to handle that."