12666/Spirit & Opportunity

Spirit & Opportunity
Date of Scene:	20 January 2021
Location:	Main Foyer - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	some people have unkroken spirtis and see opportunities everywhere.
Cast of Characters:	Red, Archangel, Rage, Nightingale

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Red has posed:
Some habbits are hard to kill. Like Mars drones responding to commands for about 22.5 times to 59.44 times the planned time they should work. Or Alice failing to see how horribly monstrous and easily weaponizeable her powers could be if used for the worse of humanity. Or what to make from her life past making costumes now that the college program is about to run out at Xaviers. So she sits in the foyer, reading what she considers possibly a catalogue for movie costumes, the soundtrack of a matching film in one one her ears. Which happens to be a Klaus Doldinger soundtrack to a 149 minute normal/207 minute direcor's cut movie. Thogh others might more say the book entitled "Das Buch der deutschen Kriegsmarine 1935-1945" was a history lesson. Not that Alice would understand the german in it - the photograhies were what she was interested in in working on a correct U-boat uniform.

Archangel has posed:
Warren enters the foyer from the hall that leads to the wellness office, which houses the office of the guidance councilor...his office when he is at the school. Dressed somewhat casual, the winged mutant wears a pair of designer jeans, and a black mock-turtleneck that has been custom tailored to fit the wings the protrude from his back. Currently he has his head buried in a manila folder, reading over some of the papers housed inside as he taps a pencil to his lips.

The sound of music causes him to pause, glancing up form his paperwork and over towards Alice, "Odd choice of music to listen to for study," he comments. Is that book Hank's doing? I didn't think he taught history..."

Rage has posed:
The pure brilliant white Tesla X winds down out in the guest parking lot, followed by Andrea exiting the vehicle. The graduate and alumni of the school is back to visit some friends of hers now that news of what went down a week ago has got back to her.

Dressd in a pair of designer flexible skinny jeans with slashes along the thighs and legs, as well as a fashionable sweater and sneakers, she is looking much like the fashion icon that she has become over the years of celebrity through Hollywood and her music. She pushes the door open and steps inside, brushing some snow away from her hair that was lightly falling from outside, then takes a moment to look around.

As usual, several students give pause and start to murmur, some of which call her name out in excitement, and a couple ask for her autograph. As always, she takes her time to pose for pictures, sign her name, hug several old and new faces as she makes her way through.

Red has posed:
Alice looks up, the soundtrack just turning into an eery mix of synthetic simmering and some trewn in brass sounds before a flute takes over. Track 15: 'Absinken', distorted from the earbud. "Oh? eh, hello mr. Worthington. Nah, that's for a comission. An order for period accurate uniform for a Captain-Liutennant of a German U-boat in 1943. So I look up what I can find."

As the door opens her eyes wander up and she smiles, giving a little wave to Andrea. "Oh! look who's back!"

Archangel has posed:
Warren closes the folder and arches a brow, "So...you're making a Nazi u-boat captain uniform for someone? I can't lie and say that doesn't give me some reservation. Who is it for?"

Warren shifts his attention to Andrea as she makes her way towards the Foyer, lifting a hand in a wave towards the popstar. "Hey there, Andrea. What brings you by for a visit? Can't get enough of my impeccable charm?" he says with a jokingly flirtatious wink.

Rage has posed:
After giving someone a fist bump on the way past, Andrea glances over towards Alice and Warren. She gives a jerk of her head upwards in a nod before making her way over. "Hey guys. Just came by to see Megan and Shannon. After what happened, I'm sure they could use some girl power and maybe some ice cream."

"Though I think I can get some one on one time with you as well. I have some ideas I am looking to implement in regards to rennovations and upgrades to Mutant Town without causing gentrification and I have a charity itch in my bones. So, if you want to get together for that and got some time on your schedule free, I'm down." She says with a bright smile.

"You're making nazi costumes?" She caught the tail end of that, brows lifting.

Red has posed:
Alice places a quick paper slip into the book as she closes it. "Film requisites Andrea. They want to make some film and need uniforms. I can't really sew, but they need greeblies and stuff, so I do research. No Swastikas or skulls included." she explains, cheeks a little flushing.

"Megan should have.. I think math at this time?" she sorts her red hair mess back to behind an ear. "So you're here all on business and for the teens? Nobody ever thinks of the tweens."

Archangel has posed:
Warren gives a nod to Andrea, "Sure, sure. My plate is pretty open so when you want to talk I'll make the time. It's an itch I need to scratch myself, but not only in Mutant Town. I want to see if I can't branch out and clean up places like the Kitchen as well...you know, give back where I can." He shrugs a shoulder, wing lifting behind him and ruffling in response, "As far as Megan and Shannon, you're not wrong. I think Shannon is either taking it better, or masking it better, than Megan, but they both have to be devastated. Hopefully your visit will help."

He looks back to Alice, "Ah. I guess that makes sense. At least it makes it slightly more acceptable."

Rage has posed:
"There are days I wonder what it'd be like to not have powers. You know, turning into a nine foot tall monster, claws and jaws. The stuff of nightmares. It's not family friendly, which is why I've kept it a secret from the world as best as I can. It's a career ender, that's for sure."

Andrea shrugs her shoulders upwards again. "But if I did lose my powers, I'd still push as hard as I can for mutant rights and equality and to change laws and policies. I wasn't put on this Earth by God to sing and dance around in skin tight costumes. It was to help those who can't help themselves, lift them up off their knees and on to their feet." Her lips press together firmly in thought, then rubs at her nose.

"I think I just got mobbed by a bunch of tweens over there." She says as she sobers up into a grin.

Red has posed:
"My mainstay is making Stormtrooper armor, Mr. Worthington. I mean, the 501st. They are like the most inclusive bunch of people despite wearing the stereotypical bad guy uniform... Should I try to call some to help somewhere? I mean, they love to do the good stuff.

"But isn't it those skintight costumes and singing that alow you to do that? I am just a tiny costume maker, my reach is like... those cosplayers and such, and I can't push the agenda really. That is, I had tried. You know... the sentinel thing? I tried to pay a lawyer to try to get testimony against Trask an such for a class action. That never flew. And well, Trask is like a runaway... I am useless, ain't I?"

Archangel has posed:
"I'm afraid the kind of help that the city needs is going to take more than that, Alice, but if I think that the appearance of the 501st can do some good, I will certainly let you know. Maybe I will give them a donation and they can go visit some kids in the hospital or some other charity work. I just don't think they can help rebuild Mutant Town, or Hell's Kitchen. That is going to take money, and lots of it, to grease the right palms."

The winged mutant sighs, casting his glance back over towards Andrea, "That's because deep down under those skintight costumes, which look good on you by the way, is a person that has a heart and a soul. What do you think about doing some sort of charity gala? I'll host it, you headline it, all proceeds go to a charity of your choice?"

Rage has posed:
"You're not useless, Alice. Not everyone is in a unique position like myself or Warren here to make change with a blank check, or social influence, or popularity. It's not every mutant's job as well to shoulder that type of burden. You are really good at what you do, which is making costumes. You are a creative person. Open up a store, I'll send some contacts your way to network with you as well. Don't worry about changing the world. Just focus on being the best you that you can be." Andrea says as she brushes some dark hair back behind her ear.

Warren's compliments cause her to blush as she lets out a soft laugh. "Thank you, Warren. I have some of the best people on my team who make sure that I count every calorie and hit every step on stage. As far as a Gala goes, that sounds awesome. I can bring my new band, the Blue Pirates so we can show off some new songs. I have a couple charities in mind. I can even reach out to Tony Stark. He let me sing at his birthday party once, so he may be interested in getting involved."

Red has posed:
"Well, not everybody got the money or fame to star..." Alice answers, sighing a little before shrugging it off. "Opening a store takes money. I ain't got that enough to do that, so I do shipping and internet. But really, I do my best."

"If you ever need a *really* skintight costume, I could help you know. I mean, you know why I love my boots?" She chuckles, lifting a foot to rest on the chair. No zipper, no strings, no laces. Just solid PVP. No chance to get in - or out of them. "Because nobody can steal them. In school, at times I feard to be mobbed out of my shoes. Nobody can steal my shoes since I learned that trick."

Archangel has posed:
"I know, Alice. As Andrea said not everyone can be in the position we are, which is why those of us that ARE need to do more. Which is why I want to donate to your friends, so they have the funds to be able to do what they can." Warren says with a soft smile. "As far as starting up your own company, have you tried for a small business loan? Draw up a proposal, I'll take a look at it."

Warren glances between the two women and smirks, "I am not sure how much more skintight she can get without being indecent..."

Rage has posed:
Rolling her eyes upwards, Andrea says, "My outfits are fairly conservative compared to past popstars like Britney or Cher. You won't catch me prancing in my undies. I have pants on." Her grin twitches a bit at the corners of her lips. "I am a role model for kids and I was an ex Disney-Star. I'm not going to go full Miley anytime soon. I still have to impress my Christian fanbase. Outside of my first album, I've tried to move away from the industry style of pop. My new album is going to be more rock and roll, blues."

"You could get a loan, yeah. I bet Xavier's even has a program in helping you out with that. I know Jean and I talked about it in the past when I was expanding Starlight."

Red has posed:
"I don't know yet, but I might... though you always could more skin tight without going indecent. Ther's nothing wrong with PVC molded to embrace your skin or Latex or such, if set up right. Or EVA Foam. I have made a pretty nice Red Sonya Cosplay once that was like no space to the skin, and pretty much to be worn glued onto it. But that's the price of proper costuming."

She chuckles a few moments, pondering as she eyes those pants of Andrea. "May I try somethign?"

Archangel has posed:
Warren Worthington lifts his hands in a pose of submission as he looks over towards Andrea, "I'm not saying anything about any of that. I'm just going to enjoy the view....from over here." he says as he takes a couple of steps to the side, out of striking distance. "You know, for safety."

Nightingale has posed:
     While gym clothes weren't always skin tight, water did not help matters any. Such is the case as a somewhat bedraggled Shannon steps out of the elevator from the lower levels, black gym shorts and tank top with yellow edging clinging to her body like a second skin. Her hair, while pulled back in a ponytail, was soaked through and through. One towel was wrapped across her back to prevent drippage from what appeared to be a weighted backpack slung over her back where her wings would normally be, and another was bundled up in her arms. One look at her feet gives a fair idea of what is within, as she is barefoot.

     Though she is soaked to the skin and turning towards the stairway leading to the women's dormitories, pale blue eyes snap with raw determination, and perhaps no small hint of pride despite her bedraggled state. She pauses a moment in her trek to offer a nod and a smile to each present. "Hey, Warren... heya, Alice." Her brows loft in surprise, however, as she spots Andrea. "Oh, wow... been a while! How's it going?"

Rage has posed:
"I just like wearing normal clothes on stage from my sponsors. I don't put on Lady Gaga type stuff and get all weird with it. Just jeans, shirts, bangles, make up. That kinda stuff. I don't need foam or pipes or .. um.. you know.. stuff like that. I usually go on stage like this." Andrea says as she flops her hands out at her sides.

To Warren, she smirks at him again, eyes rolling upwards. "You are enjoying the fact I'm no longer a student far too much. You're lucky you're a walking Ken doll with wings." She says with a giggle, finding her cheeks burning.

"Probably why I fell so hard for Jay. Being hot for teacher and he has those red wings." She winks at him before she glances back to Alice who is eyeing her pants. "Um.. not with these. These jeans are three hundred dollars and I just got them. I /really/ like them."

Upon spying Shannon, she brightens up. "Hey! I came over here to see you and Megan. I heard about.. the thingy.. and it sucks, but I know this won't fix things, but I'm gonna drag you guys out for shopping and ice cream. Were you working out?"

Archangel has posed:
"Yeah, you just keep thinking of me like that, Andrea. That way you don't have to admit you settled for a second rate version of me." Warren grins, winking over to Andrea. "When you are ready to trade in for the original, let me know. I kid, Jay's a good man, and if you ever say I said that I will deny it."

He blinks as the soaking wet Shannon makes her appearance, averting his eyes form the younger woman and clearing his throat, "Uh...Hi Shannon. Looking good."

Shifting his gaze to Alice. "Tell you what...you can show off on me I guess. These jeans aren't nearly as important as hers. Just, you know, be nice. I would like to possibly have kids some day."

Red has posed:
Alice blinks a little as Shannon comes over all wet, offering her a little smile. "If he is a walking doll, I should dress him up, but then I would violate a teacher... comeon Andrea, you are mean." She teases a little to him.

"You paid 300 dollars for defective clothing? That's almost as mad as some cosplayers, they at least pay 300 dollars to *look like it looked on screen*." She shakes her head a little. "But as he volunteers... Shannon, what you say: tights, Hotpants or a Kilt on MR. Worthington?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "In the interests of his familial ambitions, Alice, I'd say kilt." Shannon actually cackles softly, attempting and failing to hide her shit-eating grin with one hand. "In fact, if there's any Scots in your background there, Mr. Worthington, I'll go so far as to find the proper tartan for it. In true Scots style."

     Oh, my.

     Still chuckling, she glances between both Andrea and Warren, allowing herself to smile. "Yeah, I managed to talk Mr. Proudstar into spotting me on one of his obstacle courses in the danger room. Let's just sasy I need some work. Getting used to balance without wings is a little trickier than I thought. Even with the weighted backpack Sam came up with. It's close, but stil..."

     More directly to Andrea now, she just smiles. "You can say it. Since the Cure. Sweeping it under the rug isn't going to make it any less real. Dr. McCoy's working on the solution, and Miss Grey went so far as to call in Avengers help. So I'm confident there'll be a cure to the Cure soon enough. Meantime..." She grins a little wider. "Shopping and ice cream sounds great. I don't wanna spend too much, though. With the college program here ending, I've got to plan ahead. Figure out how to make the most of what I got from that backup singing gig you had me doing, and whatever there is from this new single coming up. Med school is gonna be a handful, and I'd better have my shit together, ya know?"

Rage has posed:
There's a loud snort from Andrea. "Girl, like I was going to let you spend a penny. It's why you have popstarlet best friends with zero self-control and impulse issues. You need shirts without holes in the back, unless you want me to start loaning you some of Jay's, though I doubt you want Bon Jovi tanktops. We can talk the music stuff afterwards." Andrea is all grins as she speaks with Shannon, though she gives Warren a side eye.

"You're hot, don't get me wrong. I'd climb you like a telephone pole if I was single, but unless you can belt out the notes that Jay can when he sings Bryan Adams love songs to me, he's always going to be first rate in my life." She leans over to bump her shoulder against Warren's with a grin rather fondly.

Glancing to Alice, then down at her jeans, she gives her a 'look', followed by a roll of the eyes upwards and to the side. "Anyways .. let me know when you're ready to go, Shan. Unless we're waiting around to see Warren in a kilt."

Red has posed:
Alice raises an eyebrow at the choice of Shannon but chuckles a little. "Proper scottsman Style? Let's see... first we start with the basic shape... that means... I got to re, weave the whole thing, so... might take a while..." Shutting up, she starts to concentrate, the head creasing as the shape of the fabric starts to change slowly.

Jeans is cotton. Cotton is 91% cellulose, 8% water. Cellulose is (C6 H10 O5)n, a polysaccharide. A very branching polymer, that slowly gets rearranged, fibers separating out to take different positions, the whole thing almost appearing to flow up before the legs merge from the crotch down. Good work takes time.

Archangel has posed:
Warren folds his arms over his chest, eyeing Shannon with a smirk. "If I was to go full regimental, who is going to be the one to tie the blue ribbon? Whose to say I am not regimental now? I guess I will just have to go find a tree to lay under and have a nap."

He grins over at Andrea, returning the shoulder bump with a laugh, "'Fraid he has me there. I can sing, but not like that I can't. I guess I will just have to settle on being eye candy. But, you know, if he ever breaks your heart give me a call. You can climb me anytime."

As his jeans start to rearrange themselves, Warren makes a bit of a noise and uses his hands to cover up anything that might be accidentally exposed in this process. "Warn a guy!"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon opens her mouth as if to reply to Warren, and simply winds up going flame red from her neckline to the tips of her ears. Clamping her mouth shut again, she shakes her head and giggles, rolling her eyes. Finally, she plucks up the audacity to hum, then sing an (in)famous tune. "And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes, 'Och, lad I dinnae where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!'."

     That's it. She just can't stop giggling. Or blushing.

     Suddenly, the matter of a shopping trip becomes very interesting, indeed, and she glances over to Andrea. "Okay, okay, point taken! I can always adjust the shirts for wings later, that's easy enough to do. So. Ice cream? Or pizza? Or do we have to choose?"

Rage has posed:
"Both" Is Andrea's answer to Shannon in regards to pizza or ice cream. "I wanna drag Megan along also. So, no rush if she's busy doing something. That way you can get cleaned up."

As Alice goes about changing Warren's pants, her eyes give a glance towards him, shameless, honestly. Her lips give a curl upwards before she glances up at him. "Yeah? Is that right?" She says as she gives him a grin. "Unlucky I'm such a loyal girl. Wolves mate for life after all."

Red has posed:
"Nope! Nothing getting exposed anyway. I know how to do this. Or you think I ever closed a zipper since I learned how to do this?" Alice chuckles some as she work, eyes affixed to the jeans-becoming-skirt, quite some too long at firse before the folds assimilate it. Simple jeans Tartan, almost a hand longer than the knee. Roomy, but not breezy... not yet.

Which might change as black fibers start to introduce the well known plait pattern. Where they come from? Well, they are not jeans, so much is noticable. More... Shiny. Silky? Definitly a little silky. Because who wouldn't want a tartan pattern on a jeans kilt.

Archangel has posed:
"Good, because god forbid I get in trouble for exposing myself, even accidentally, to a student. Jean would have my head. Likely both of them...HEY!...those are my boxers.." quips Warren, but keeping his hands where they are 'just in case', especially as the black material starts to merge into the kilt fabric.

He glance over at Andrea, "Yeah? Well, good for you. Loyalty is good. Jay's a lucky guy. I'll just have to make due I guess." The winged mutant grins, tossing over another playful wink letting the singer know the flirting is all in good fun.

Shannon gets a chuckle, "Seems someone knows the song I referenced. I would say I was surprised....but I am not. Just don't let me catch you running around with blue ribbons. Of course, now that I have said this I am realizing my mistake and I am going to start finding blue ribbons everywhere." He sighs, "Jean /is/ going to have my head."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon whistles softly and does her best to look innocent, she really does. Despite the lack of wings, one can almost... ALMOST... envision a halo above her head.

     But alas, one would have to begin searching for horns upon her head, in such an instance as this.

     "Really, Mr. Worthington? Blue ribbons? Well, I /never/!" Cough, cough. Oh, yes, the gears in her head seem to be turning.

     Peering back over at Andrea, she smiles, though her eyes are dancing with pure mischief. "I haven't seen Megan yet today. She's could definitely use some cheering up, though. I'll have to go get changed, and we'll track her down."

Rage has posed:
Smirking, Andrea rolls her eyes upwards. "Well, if I find a blue ribbon, I'll make sure to pay you a proper visit later, Warren. Tradition and all." She says as she gives a nod to Shannon. "Okay, cool. I'm going to wander around and bump into a few of my friends and maybe hit up the music room to peek my head in and freak some kids out. Just text me when you're ready."

Red has posed:
"Blame Shannon! She said Scotsman style. So you get the full package sans ribbon." Alice quips as she works on finishing off the skirt. Nope! No ribbon, just a giggle from the redhead as gestures to him. "Here we got a mighty winged scottsman. Look at those manly calves! Though for carnival we got to make him a hussar. Oh, and you better take the elevator, Mr Worthington."

The *request* for a blue ribbon though has Alice laugh, giving Andrea a little wink and beckeoning motion. "You want a blue ribbon?"

Archangel has posed:
"Bullshit," laughs Warren as he looks to Shannon. "I don't believe for a nanosecond that you 'never'. I don't even think Jean could convince me you 'never', even with manipulating my mind. Don't try to play a player, kid. You will loose."

He looks between Andrea and Shannon, "Sounds like you two and Megan are going to have a good time. I'd offer to tag along, but I have a prior engagement this evening. Need to drop off some supplies to Hell's Kitchen. Maybe if I free up I'll find you all for some ice cream."

He blinks and looks down to Alice then Andrea and back, "No. She doesn't need a blue ribbon...if I am going to get one of those I will get it the old fashioned way. And screw the elevator, you can all suffer through my indignities and if you glance something you don't want, that is your own damn fault for looking. I'm going to stroll out of the foyer and fly off just like I always do, kilt and all."

Nightingale has posed:
     "'Kid', he says. Ha. We'll see."

     Despite the lighthearted banter all around, Shannon just chuckles, sauntering right over to give Warren a hug. "No worries on the ice cream. Maybe we'll see you later on, yeah? Oh, and you're more than welcome to go on ahead, I've still got to try and talk Andrea out of a spending spree." As she steps back, she's whistling a jaunty, familiar tune.

     Game on.

Red has posed:
Alice chuckles a little, nodding some as Andrea doesn't give her an answer but Warren does chime in on the topic. "The old fashioned way, hm? like getting drunk like a scottsman? WEll, you better come to town to do that. Or you know some spot where they hide the booze?"

Archangel has posed:
"Just because you don't know where the bar is, doesn't mean there isn't one," grins Warren with a wiggle of his brow. "I might have a few ideas where a bottle of scotch or two might be. My room, my office..I can almost certainly guarantee Logan's room has beer in it, or at least that swill he calls beer. But no, I shouldn't get drunk and pass out under a tree here. To many impressionable young ones here, refer to past comment about Jean and my head. I'll just have to head to Harry's or back to NYC and try my luck there. I am sure a...denim and silk kilt is sure to turn a few heads."

Shannon gets another look, but then the winged mutant smiles good naturedly and says, "I'll see what I can do. I don't expect my errand to the Kitchen to take all that long. I'll call and see where in the city you are and join if I can. As far as trying to talk Andrea here out of a spending spree, I think you have better chance of getting Charles to grow hair. Not going to happen. You're just lucky I am not going, you think she can go on a spree you should see me."

Nightingale has posed:
     "I'll just be happy to get my ducks in a row with studying for the state EMT exam and then saving up for med school. Shopping? That's a bonus." Shannon shrugs, and smiles. "Still might flag you down later, but... yeah. Either way, I plan on sticking around to help out, maybe serve as relief watch for Dr. McCoy and let the poor man sleep every once in a while. Anything beyond that?" For a brief moment, Shannon almost falters, but smiles. "Well, we'll see what happens. But the rest is still gonna take planning and working like the dickens."

     Looking back and forth between Andrea and Warren, her jaw just drops. "Is he kidding? Crap, I thought those gift cards last Christmas were more than enough. Still got the ice skates I bought with mine. You mean it can get worse than that?"

Red has posed:
Alice says, "It's not in the student accessible areas, so much is clear Mr Worthington. Because I havn't seen it up here. But if you really want to turn heads, I should have made it from Vinyl." No, not the transparent type in her head, the black type music is on.

"You tell me if you get any ideas for any costume to wear for finishing your studies. Because I totally would dres you up as a magical girl if you don't steer me into some direction. Sailor sentai Shannon!""

Archangel has posed:
Warren smirks at Shannon, "Hello, billionaire over here. What do you think I can do if I really set my mind to it? Trust me, gift cards are the very least I can do." He returns the hug from Shannon, and brushes down the front of the kilt. "How in hell am I going to sit down in this thing? You could have at least made a sporran or something to go with it to hold things down." he says as he looks over towards Alice.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, "Tandy is going to laugh, that is if she is even capable of it. She's a tough one."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, then I know who to ask for how best to set things up, don't I? I'd say between checking with you and Andrea, I'll do okay." Shannon steps back, smiling innocently. "You -could- always go nap it off under a tree somewhere. Maybe the idea will come to you."

     Chortling merrily, she glances over at Alice, and just shakes her head. "The word has been given, and the word is 'no'. I don't do that Sailor Moon-slash-magical girl stuff."

     She turns back to Warren and smiles somewhat. "Teasing aside, if you want some help dropping off those supplies, I wouldn't mind pitching in. Just ask."

Red has posed:
"Then you tell me what kinda costume you need or you end as a Battle Sister." Alice teases back to Shannon, brushing through her hair to sort it a little. "It's easy though: it's long enough to cover, and you let it drape between your legs. Nobody will see what you wear under or not." She winks teasing to Warren, knowing full well that she turned most of the underwear into the pattern. "I can't make a sporran from nothing, and you still got your pockets."

Archangel has posed:
Warren Worthington chuckles, shaking his head as he starts to head for the front door. "Thanks, but I think I can handle it, Shannon. Besides, you have plans already and I don't think Andrea would take to kindly to me stealing you from her shopping extravaganza. Maybe next time."

The winged mutant opens the front door and gives a final wave to the ladies in the foyer, "I'll catch you around. Have a good time tonight."

His goodbyes being said, Warren takes off true to his word and just takes the the air with a flap of his wings, his new 'kilt' be damned. Within a flap or two of his wings he is soaring high and heads off in the direction of the city.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon chuckles lightly, and just shakes her head. "I know you mean well, Alice, but the answer is still /no/. I'd really prefer to make my own dress. Thank you all the same, though."

     Just as she is about to turn and head for the stairs leading to the women's dormitories, she glances over at /just/ the right time to see Warren flying off--and turns flame red, turning to make a mad dash for her dorm instead.

     Oh, my.