12509/Are These Curtains Ninjaproof

Are These Curtains Ninjaproof
Date of Scene:	30 November 2020
Location:	Logan's Room. X-Mansion.
Synopsis:	Logan finally moves into the Mansion. Reluctantly.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Phoenix, Cyclops

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Wolverine has posed:
"Smells like Gambit's body spray in here..."

The appraising nose of the X-Men's crustiest member is currently crinkled in something close to disgust. It's not an unusual look on him, but it's not exactly his default expression either. Logan stands in the doorway of the recently-vacated room in the staff dormitory, holding a carboard box that is practically overflowing with half-empty cans of motor oil, a dog-eared copy of 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance', a couple of handguns, and an empty speed bag with suspicious claw marks through the center.

These are some of his most prized possessions.

"Too much sunlight... have to grab some sandbags... fridge is a little small..."

Making his way through the doorway, Logan continues sniffing the air. Each new inhale brings a fresh look of disgust, as if Febreeze and dryer sheets were some sort of backwoods Kryptonite.

"Ain't we got any rooms a few floors higher? I got a lotta sneaky enemies."

Phoenix has posed:
"You'd have to fight Ro for the attic." Jean says as she leans against the vacuum that she'd just finished running a short while prior. Sure, he might like dirt, but the collected dusty film of an old house is a different kind of grime. "She's not letting that go unless she's dead. So, if you plan on doing that, let me know ahead of time so I can get a fundraiser ready for the bets. We still have bills to pay."

She straightens herself up so her hand is free to tuck some hair behind her ear that came free of the ponytail that she's got in. "But, if it makes you feel better than we can put bars on your windows. Motion alarms? Laser grid? Eh, not that. We don't need someone losing a hand trying to open the window to get some air in here."

Wolverine has posed:
The heavy box gets set down with a bunch of rattles and clanks on the only desk in the room. Given who the room now belongs to, it's likely that the desk will only ever be a place to store motor oil and booze from now on. Let's hope nobody confuses the two.

Logan smiles wordlessly, but whether it's at the image of fighting Storm in an attic or at the far more pleasant sight of his favorite redhead running a vacuum is probably better left unsaid. Oh wait, one of the people in the room is a telepath, nevermind.

He doesn't look as if he's in any sort of hurry to unpack the box, contented instead to nod along with her suggestions as if he completely misses the sarcasm.

"Yeah... thassa good point. I'll just set a net trap under the window instead. Fer safety."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a Zippo from the mid-forties and a half-smoked cigar from the gas station down the road. The cigar gets put in his mouth, the Zippo just kind of chills in his hand.

There's a picture of a lady on the Zippo. It's mostly worn off by now.

Phoenix has posed:
"Hey, your room. You can smoke." Jean gestures to the ceiling, where a sprinkler system was installed several decades back. "If you set your bed on fire, it'll be alright. You just get to mop the floor after."

"I put a spare set of towels in the bathroom earlier. The only extra bedding we have right now is for the twin beds for the students, so, if you need any let me know and I can grab some when I head in to town next. Which is probably tomorrow, we're low on a lot right now so I need to go buy out half of Sam's Club. So if you need anything, let me know and I'll stick it on the card. I already have the orders for the "other" staff fridge."

Cyclops has posed:
There is a light knock on the outside of the door before Scott steps inside. Today he's wearing a dark green sweater with a pair of relaxed khakis on. Always business with him. He runs a hand back through his hair as he gives a look around, brows lifting upwards. "I never thought I'd see the day where Logan would move back into the school." He folds his arms over his chest, giving a small sniff at the air. "Why does it smell like Remy's aftershave in here though? Who was the last person who had this place?"

Taking out his phone, he taps a few times on the screen, squinting at it thoughtfully. "Josh Foley, huh? Didn't take him for an Axe bodyspray kinda kid. Anyways, welcome home, Logan. Officially. You got anything else to bring over from the cabin?"

Wolverine has posed:
Frowning a bit, Logan seems to rethink the idea of smoking in his own room. It wasn't a big deal in his drafty lakeside cabin, but other people live here. He puts the Zippo back in his pocket, and removes the cigar.

And just in time, by the looks of it. It's unlikely that Scott would be as nonchalant as Jean, and Logan hides the cigar in an obliging drawer right before the other half of the welcoming committee arrives.

"Awww... this was FOLEY'S room? Good thing Jeannie already vacuumed so's I don't step on any of his left behind Legos..."

Already regretting his decision, Logan leans backward against the desk, folding his short, hairy, but impressive arms. The rolled-up sleeves of the flannel really make the forearms pop. Though it kind of looks like he's wearing sleeves underneath those...

"Think that's everything, since the kids are bringin' my sword collection later. Me and Jean was just about to make a list of all the stuff I need, Scottie."

He takes a second, tapping his forearm with his fingers while thinking.

"I figure... couple pounds of soap, some scrapple... meditation mat... maybe a bonsai tree... and some of that lady shampoo in case I have any guests."

Phoenix has posed:
"Well, soap, yoga mats, and shampoo I can find there." Jean says towards Logan as she makes some mental notes. "I need more of mine, so I can toss you the second bottle since they always come in two packs. Tree'd be more likely to be a mini Christmas tree at this time of year. I don't think I want to know what scrapple is."

"Be nice to Josh. He's still a kid and one who's trying to meet someone, of course he uses Axe. Every guy of that age does." She flashes a grin towards the new arrival. "What about you, Scott? Or just text me whatever you need once you think of it. I have the other orders, I think. "

Cyclops has posed:
"What about me? No. I've never used Axe. I was always more of an Old Spice kind of guy." Scott says as he continues to look around the room, pressing his lips together for a moment. "I miss Josh. He's off to college now with Jay and Andrea. Studying bio-physics so he can try and create natural cures for cancer or something. I hope he comes back and rejoins the team someday."

Giving a shake of his head to loosen his thoughts up, he says, "Oh. You mean do I need anything? I can go with you tomorrow into town. I don't think I need anything. Maybe some Goldfish crackers. I like to snack on those while I pour over mission reports."

"You have kids bringing you a sword collection? Which kids?" He asks. "Some of them may not use them appropriately."

Wolverine has posed:
"Shoulda figgered you wasn't a scrapple fan... guess I won't be offerin' to cook breakfast anytime soon."

It's generally a terrible idea to ask Logan to cook breakfast anyway, so Jean might have dodged a major bullet. She'll dodge two if she never googles what scrapple is for the rest of her life.

"Scott probably never had it neither, what with bein' from out in the middle of Corn Country. But... I think me and Jean are both glad you graduated from Old Spice to Hugo Boss. Much easier on the ol' mucus membranes."

Logan taps the side of his nose, knowlingly.

"Woulda taken you for a Polo man though. Show's just how wrong you can be about somebody, before you smell 'em."

Logan pointedly leaves out any response about the whereabouts of his sword collection. The man's way too young to have his first heart attack.

Phoenix has posed:
"I'm fairly certain every student who's been here at least fourty-eight hours knows who's stuff not to mess with." Jean does not sound at all concerned by the idea of children carting around swords of unknown origin. "And I know this because I found one of the older student handbooks being passed around with the first rule crossed out and rewritten with that as a warning. I have no idea just who wrote it, but there's probably some reasonable guesses."

"And I don't care what brand people want to wear, just please shower with some level of regularity. Especially the teenagers." There's a note in her voice that suggests the reason she's never been inclined to teach summer classes.

Cyclops has posed:
"Well, if you aren't showering twice a day, are you really clean?" Scott says with a slight noise in his hroat, giving a grin towards Logan. "Hugo Boss is pleasant to the nose without being too overpowering. Polo just reeks of priviledged yacht boys. I'm more of a V8 guy."

Reaching out, he curls an arm around Jean's waist from behind, leaning in to place his chin against the top of her shoulder, giving her a bit of a squeeze. "I suppose we could update the student's handbook and re-write the first rule to be not to touch Logan's stuff. That way no one needs forty-eight hours to learn it the hard way."

"And not risk the loss of limbs."

Wolverine has posed:
"Good idea, now that Foley ain't here to stick 'em back on."

Logan nods sagaciously. Ever the pragmatist, that guy. He notes the arm curled around the waist of his favorite redhead, and a brief flash of something like jealousy crosses his face. Quickly banished, of course.

Standing up straighter, Logan looks from one of his guests to the other and unfolds his arms.

"Well, I guess this ain't the worst dump I ever lived in. Gonna have to give the plumbin' a good test before I decide to stay though."

The look on his face goes from slightly jealous, to slightly mischievous in the space of a single sentence. It's kind of a disturbing look on the grizzled old roughneck. Or at least it would be to anyone who didn't know Logan well enough to know that he's not quite as grizzled as he'd like everyone to think.

"Think I'll check the water pressure in the shower first. Might need some help operating the fancy nozzle though, I'm just a simple man from the mountains."

And with that, he heads through the doors and into the room where the plumbing probably works just fine.

Phoenix has posed:
"I'll add it to my list." Remarks Jean dryly as she turns her eyes from Scott behind her and towards Logan in front of her. "Right after revising the holiday menu, logging November's expanses, and hiring another housekeeper. Because I'll be damned if I end up having to start doing laundry around here that isn't my own."

She meets that shifting look of the Canadian with a bland seeming stare, though there is a subtle tilt of her head and the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth to hint at her amusement. "Left is hot, right is cold. Just don't clog the pipes. These ones aren't as easy to get to as the ones under the sink."

She'll let him go tend to his showering needs before leaning back briefly into Scott before she moves to gather up the vacuum. "I'm going to go take this back before someone comes hunting for it."

Cyclops has posed:
There's an amused look upon Scott's face as he watches Logan head off to the showers, then gives a glance over to Jean. He pinches his brows a bit with his fingers with the free hand, followed by a sigh. ".. That's probably too complicated for him." He says dryly before giving her a light nudge.

"Just leave the vacuum. He'll need it again I'm sure by the end of the day. You know how he can get. It practically acts as a garbage can." Giving an arch of his back to pop a few joints, his eyes roll to the side before he slides his free hand into his pocket, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.