11825/It's a pool table, why is that so difficult

It's a pool table, why is that so difficult
Date of Scene:	24 July 2020
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	The pool table is really starting to annoy Jimmy. Shannon tried to help him figure things out.
Cast of Characters:	Warpath, Nightingale

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Warpath has posed:
     The rec room is mostly empty. Back by the pool table Jimmy is trying to get a better idea on how this thing works. It's funny how the can change tactics at the drop of a hat, but the game of pool has become an annoying obsession lately. Cajuns. What can you do?

Nightingale has posed:
     Nearby, Shannon is sprawled out on one of the myriad of colorful beanbags strewn about the rec room. She's in her favorite PJ's--red tartan sweatpants, baggy grey tank top, and her floofy Old English Sheepdog slippers. In one hand is a rather large root beer float, and in the other is a plate with a fairly hefty-looking turkey sandwich, and potato chips. Glancing over at Warpath, she tries not to smile--and fails miserably. "You okay over there?" she asks, taking a swig of her root beer float. She winds up with a rather comical-looking ice cream moustache for her trouble.

Warpath has posed:
     A shake of his head and Jimmy mutters,"As good as it gets I guess." he mutters and lines up another shot. He's certainly got the scowling down and he can make the pool balls go all over the place. He stands up and grunts again.

     He lays the stick on the table, annoyed by the game. Walking over to where Shannon is lounging,"Impressive. You're going to be chased around your dreams by a giant turkey carrying a large wooden barrel." he muses about the late night snack of impressive proportions.

Nightingale has posed:
     Chortling, Shannon shrugs, smiling a rueful smile. "I've had worse dreams, trust me." She lifts her chin towards the pool table, extending one wing in kind as if pointing. "Still having trouble?"

Warpath has posed:
     Settling in a chair nearby he shrugs,"I get the general idea. Physics and such things. I'm still trying to figure out how to hit things correctly. I usually end up annoyed and cracking some of the balls. It is getting expensive for buying new ones."
    
     He looks at the cue and adds,"I think I managed to warp a few of the cues too." Sometimes there is a curse to being that strong.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon lofts her eyebrows as she looks at the pool cue, wincing at how much the one in his hand seems to have... responded to his strength. "Ouch. Well... what's giving you trouble with hitting things correctly?" Was this something she could help with? Setting down her snack on a nearby side table, she gets to her feet, ambling on over to see if she can help figure things out.

Warpath has posed:
     Looking over the table again he looks back to Shannon and shrugs,"I don't know. I just don't have a soft enough touch for the game." he admits,"I can break the rack like a champion and usually that's where my talent stop. I usually sink a few balls, but never all the same type."

Nightingale has posed:
     "So... it's a matter of dialing things back on your strength?" Pausing, she smiles, thinking back. "Kind of like I had to learn to hold back my healing. I was having real trouble this time last year with my gifts being triggered accidentally. Took a lot of practice to learn to hold them back."

Warpath has posed:
     Admitting he has a problem is the first step. Even that isn't easy for him. He rests his hands on the side of the pool table and admits,"It is easy to hold back in the heat of battle when needed, but this is just going to take more time." He sighs and adds,"Maybe I should leave it to Gambit and Logan and do things I am better at."

Nightingale has posed:
     Perching on the edge of the pool table, Shannon considers this. "Well... what is it that's making you want to play, even knowing it's not your strength?" She smiles a little bit; there is no small amount of understanding in her gaze as she peers over at Warpath. "There's plenty of times I do things that aren't my strength, but I keep trying anyways."

Warpath has posed:
     The truth is rarely pleasant. This time is no different,"Mostly it annoys me to no end that I am having trouble with it." he admits finally,"I am not an expert everything and most of the time I am good with it." He leans down over the table to look at the lay out of where the balls are. Simple at least.

Nightingale has posed:
     "And yet, if this were the heat of battle, it wouldn't prove as difficult for you?" There is no rancor, no sarcasm to the young woman's voice. Her brows are furrowed, her expression mildly perplexed. "What's the difference between then and now? What allows you to hold back then and not now?" She reaches for her plate on the side table not too far off, holding it out as if offering to share. Sometimes talks went better over a bite to eat.

Warpath has posed:
     "Battle has consequences that this doesn't." he admits,"I can rush a Sentinel, but if one of the people here gets hurt I have to slow down." he finally admits. A deep breath and a sigh before he admits,"My patience with it is starting to wane anyway."

Nightingale has posed:
     Nodding, Shannon slides off of the pool table. "I hear you. Sometimes I get to working on learning a song on the piano, and I play it so many times that I just don't want to hear it for a while. So I let it go for a little while, and come back to it better for the break." Smiling, she nods towards the kitchen, getting her root beer float. "Come on... if you want, I could make you a snack?"

     Indeed, sometimes a change of focus could be just the thing--and what was better than a snack shared in good company?

Warpath has posed:
     Fed up with pool for now, Jimmy sets the game aside. Since Shannon is going to make snacks he opts for the decidedly better option. Giving the room a once over, he turns the lights off,"You talked me into it." he comments and closes the door, following you up the stairs.