12671/A Brief Interlude

A Brief Interlude
Date of Scene:	22 January 2021
Location:	Roof Tower - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Alison and Warren discuss autographs and fame and fashion.
Cast of Characters:	Dazzler, Archangel

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Dazzler has posed:
As big as Xavier's Mansion is, there are plenty of places for people desiring peace and quiet. Even if the word 'quiet' doesn't always apply. The Tower Roof is one of those places. Even though the weather is brisk, the view more than makes up for it. Today, Alison Blaire is enjoying the sunshine and the crisp air. She's wearing jeans, knee boots, and a leather 'Dazzler' tour jacket as she sits on one of the patio loungers. An acoustic guitar on her lap, the blonde singer picks out chords and sings what seems to be a random medley of classic rock and country tunes.

Archangel has posed:
As Alison sits there plucking away at her guitar a shadow passes over her as a large winged figure passes in front of the sun. The figure circles once then starts to descend slowly, large angelic wings spread out behind in an impressive 16 foot wingspan as Warren lightly touches down a few feet from her. The billionaire is dressed in casual clothes, an ensemble consisting of designer jeans, black hiking boots, and a black mock-turtleneck that snuggly fits the torso, the sleeves rolled up past the elbow.

"Hey there," the blonde says with a wave as he touches down lightly, snow crunching under his boots as the wings on his back fold back in to hug his back. "Sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to listen in. Hope you don't mind?"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler glances up as the shadow passes over, but without a break in the music. Her gaze shifts fully to the winged figure, then, following his gradual and sweeping descent. Her booted ankles crossed, the woman pauses to squint up at him with a small smile. "Don't mind at all, actually. I like to come up here to play because I attract less of a crowd. Apparently my albums are considered 'vintage' now, so I'm popular again." She strums a short, sharp chord, then.

"Not sure how I feel about the 'vintage' bit, actually. Any requests?"

Archangel has posed:
Warren chuckles, taking a few steps over to lean against the railing that lines the roof as he causally folds his arms over his chest. "I hear ya. At least you can put on some big sunglasses and fade away into a crowd when you want to, try not attracting a crowd when you have six foot wings on your back. It's a feat, let me tell you." The angelic being glances off over the landscape as he thinks for a moment before he replies, "I've always liked 'Hands On Me' from your second album, but that might be hard without the symphonics and I'm easy to please so just play whatever it is that makes you happy...and I promise I won't fanboi out and grab the poster I have of you to autograph. Scouts honor."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler wrinkles her nose at the mention of one of her songs. "Don't tell me you're one of those Dazzler-groupies." But she's smiling all the same. "And the wings are a good look on you. Really good." Okay, Alison, that's probably too much. "I don't mind signing posters, by the way, but I draw the line at signing underwear. Or worse."

Apparently that was really a thing.

Her expression turns mischievous, then, and she plays the opening chords to 'Stairway to Heaven'...

Archangel has posed:
Warren lets out a laugh, his lips curling into a brilliant smile. "I don't know if I would go so far as to say the word 'groupie'. It's not like I followed you around and tried to get backstage or anything," he winks, "But did I have a poster on my wall? I can admit to that. You were around my age and hot. Still are."

The mention of his wings causes them to ruffle, the brilliant white feathers fluttering as they fluff themselves out, "Thanks. I'm quite fond of them myself."

He tosses another wink her way and grins, "Don't worry. I won't have you signing anything you don't want to sign."

As the opening cords to Zeppelin's classic starts to be played, Warren clears his throat and in honeyed baritone he starts to sing along, o/~ There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold...0/~

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler started it off half in jest, but then she joins in with him on the next verse. And yeah, she's got the Jimmy Page riffs down quite well. After a couple of verses she brings the guitar to a gradual stop and looks up at him. "You've got a good voice, Warren. For, ya know, a civilian." Wink. "And yeah, back in the day I may have signed some things in the heat of the moment that I'd really question today."

She clears her throat, and the color to her cheeks isn't from the crisp air.

Then Alison switches over to the Rolling Stones, starting off with the guitar intro for Honky Tonk Woman.

Archangel has posed:
Warren's voice trails off as she stops playing, "Thanks! You know...from a civilian. I've been known to do some mean Karaoke in my time."

Grinning, "Oh come on, you can't leave me hanging like that, Ali. Not when the thought of it brings such lovely color to your cheeks. Now you have to tell me...what was the most inappropriate thing you ever signed? I can only guess what you got asked to sign, but it can't be all that bad!"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler keeps playing, just getting into the lyrics when he asks his question. That's when she laughs, continuing to play the guitar riffs in that slow, steady, driving rhythm. She grins up at him, looking thoughtful for a moment. "The MOST inappropriate...?" she echoes.

Because apparently there were so many to consider.

"Speedos... lots of guys' chests... a bra or two... handed to me and, um, worn." Ahem. "A group of girls somehow got to my dressing room door. It wasn't quite what I was expecting. I mean, I expected a bikini top or a bra, but when she pulled her shirt up there... wasn't. Any. Covering."

Archangel has posed:
"So it is true. All you rockstar types, male or female, end up having to sign a rack at one time or another," Warren chortles. "I suppose it could be worse, at least some guy didn't try to get you to sign his package or anything. Though I can't see that ending well for any guy that tried."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better I might not be a rockstar, but you are not immune to the wiles of fandom. I have had my fair share of undergarments sent to my office, most of them with phone numbers and, uh, photos attached. Some even with the off marriage proposal. I suppose it comes with being rich, I wonder if Wayne or Stark has to deal with it as well? Probably."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler is in a full-on blush at that, her expression turning wry. "All too true, I'm afraid. Plus plenty of pecs and washboard abs, like I said. In a lot of respects the girls were worse, I suppose. No guy actually, you know, 'dropped it out' for me or anything." She continues to absently play while they talk, switching songs every now and then. When he offers his own experience the singer lets her gaze wander boldly, grinning all the while.

"So you've got a panty collection, hmm? I wouldn't have guessed, but you rich boys probably all do. I mean, don't you, Stark and Wayne get together for lunch and trade mementos or something?"

Archangel has posed:
"Would you believe I have actually never had a face to face with either of them? You would think all us rich guys would all meet up at the club and have drinks and talk about our conquests, but no. Maybe it is because we are too busy conquesting to spare the time," Warren says with a laugh.

"I didn't keep any of them. I, uh, well...let's just say some of them you could tell were worn even without the pictures that were included." It's his turn for cheeks to redden a bit, "I'm pretty sure I just had them all incinerated to be on the safe side."

Warren shrugs, the motion causing the wings on his back to ruffle with motion, "At least you're not likely to catch something from putting a pen to a tit."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler continues playing, giving a knowing nod as well as a mm hmmmm. "Conquesting or adding to your collections?" she deadpans. "But yeah, I'm sure you have your own hazmat people for that sort of thing..." When he mentions putting pen to tit she stops playing and chuckles as well. "Not likely, at least." the pop star quips back. "At least with underwear you've got something permanent. Marker wears off, eventually. But anyway..."

Dazzler looks him over again, considering. "So somewhere in the back of my prankster brain, I'm considering a panty-blitz by mail campaign, now."

Archangel has posed:
"I suppose that all depends on if they had it tattooed right after. I've heard that is a thing. Get the famous person to sign, then head to the parlor and have it inked on permanently...so just think, maybe your signature is out there on someone's boob for the rest of their life. You must be proud." Warren jests, tossing a wink in there for good measure.

"Oh god, if you did that...I swear between you and Shannon's new 'blue ribbon' campaign I am going to get my ass fired, or Jean will just straight up fry my brain...and the sad thing is I am innocent." Beat. "Just promise me the will be clean."

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler tilts her head and lifts a brow. "Blue ribbon campaign? Fraid I missed that one." she replies, continuing to pluck at the guitar. "But the last thing I'd want to do would be to chase you away." Beat. "Away from the school, I mean." Alison smirks again, however. "Maybe I'll just tell Jean I -heard- you were getting panty-grams..."

"On the other hand, I was living in Hollywood when all this crap was going down, so I've got a good excuse. I'm just glad the internet wasn't a thing back then. REALLY glad."

Archangel has posed:
"It's a long story," Warren starts with a sigh. "Yesterday I was hanging out with Alice, Shannon, and Andrea downstairs and to make a long story short Alice turned my jeans...and underwear...into a kilt. The song the Scotsman came up. I am going to assume you know the song? Anyway, she has now baked me cookies in the shape of blue ribbons, and I found another blue ribbon tied to my office door handle this morning. I fear this is just the beginning."

"Ha! I can only imagine. At least when we were growing up we didn't have to worry about everyone and there mother having a way to record our every action. We were lucky!" Beat. "So...don't want to chase me away, huh?"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler listens, hands going silent on the strings. And the more he goes on the more her mouth twitches into a playful smile. "Any one of the three of them are trouble enough. It just gets worse when they're together." she offers. "And no, I don't want to chase you away. At least not without seeing you in a kilt." she replies not-quite-deadpan. "I do know what you mean. Alice experimented with some costume ideas for me, but there's only so much you can do with white spandex and sequins. And boundaries were pushed."

Archangel has posed:
"Don't fret, it takes a hell of a lot to chase me away. I'm still here, aren't I, and have been for years. If I haven't fled by now, I never will. The kilt though? It might take some convincing to put that thing back on."

Warren tosses his hands up in a sign of surrender, "I'm just going to have to accept that I am going to be finding blue ribbons all over the place now, I might as well just own it. I mean, I suppose it could be worse. At least it is first prize?"

"I can believe it. When I volunteered for Alice to experiment, I didn't think THAT was going to be the outcome. Maybe I was naïve and should have, with Shannon and Andrea egging her on. What did she do to you?"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler chuckles softly at the question, laying the guitar across her lap. "Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that, really. But let's just say some of her costume ideas -really- tested the limits of the spandex. And probably several laws of physics as well. One of her ideas fit SO well that the only way for me to get into or out of it was for her to modify the fabric. Which was probably the whole idea."

"Needless to say, when I toured with Andrea I went with a more traditional costume. I also played a lot of my regular stuff, which went over a lot better than I thought it would, to be honest."

Archangel has posed:
Warren Worthington nods with a chuckle, folding his arms back over his chest and adjusting his position leaning against the rail, "Yeah. Sounds familiar. In fact, that is how the whole kilt thing came about. Alice was trying to get Andrea to let her give her a makeover, and from what she was saying the costume ideas where just about the same. I think the only reason she went kilt with me is I told her flat out I wanted to retain the rights to be able to have kids someday, otherwise I think whatever she did would have been as tight as that as well." The billionaire shakes his head, "I have regrets about the whole thing now, but hindsight is 20/20. I just didn't expect to end up....feeling a draft."

He pauses, reaching up to rub at his chin for a moment, "You know, I was talking to Andrea about maybe putting on a gala for charity donations and getting her to headline, but there is no reason it couldn't be a dual-headliner. If you wanted?"

Dazzler has posed:
Dazzler smirks when he mentions tight clothing and having kids, even offering a quiet snigger. Then he changes the subject. "Oh Andrea would be THE headliner, as much as I did get a few nice reviews during our tour together." Pause. "She asked me if I'd like to open for her, and after the first show the word sort of got out. But yeah, I'd love to. They talked me into playing for the Halloween Dance, and I have a blast. I'm told I do a pretty mean version of MJ's 'Thriller', y'know."

Archangel has posed:
"Great!" Warren says with a grin as he pushes off from the rail, letting his arms drop to the sides. "And with you aboard we won't even have to worry about stage lighting," he jokes with a wink as he flashes a brilliantly white smile in her direction. "As soon as I have more information for you, I'll be sure to let you and Andrea know. At the moment it is just something I am rolling around in my head, but I'll put it to paper soon enough. We will split the donations between you and Andrea's charities of choice."

He takes a couple of steps forward, the wings on his back shaking out and slowly stretching out in preparation for use, "Thanks for your time, Alison. It was really a pleasure getting to know you a bit better. We should do this again sometime. Next time I'll bring that poster for you to sign...and wear a kilt." The latter is said with a wink as the powerful wings flap once, lifting the winged mutant into the air, "Take care of yourself. I'll see you around." Another powerful flap of his wings, and Warren lifts higher into the sky towards the clouds.