12701/Sunday Night At Play

Sunday Night At Play
Date of Scene:	01 February 2021
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Food, friendship, and games are shared. A good time was had by all.
Cast of Characters:	Warpath, Pixie, Nightingale, Jax Miller, Gambit, Ted Gammage

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Warpath has posed:
Darts. An old hobby. It is almost comical looking at the size of the darts in Jimmy's huge hands, but there is no question that he's good at it anyway. Literally he holds each between his forefinger and thumb. His release is a little awkward, but the dart flies straight and are all in or near the bulls eye.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn has been busy staying up all night, writing and rewriting her report in lieu of Illyana's absence as she sits on that sofa sideways, spending more time chewing on her pen and wringing her hair than actually writing. "Arrrggggh, I hate writing these report thingies!" she whines loudly. Her grumbling tummy isn't far behind.

Nightingale has posed:
     Speaking of hobbies, the various savory and sweet aromas of Shannon's hobbies waft through the rec room, with the bar serving as an impromptu goodies station. There's lemon bars, chocolate chip cookies, and potato skins filled with salsa, cheese, and topped with sour cream, for starters.

     And then there's the mother of them all, being ferried out in the wing-less girl's arms, to be set down atop a couple of trivets set out for the purpose. It's a familiar ooey, gooey, buttery smell.

     Oh, yes. The ultimate comfort food.

     Mac 'n cheese.

Jax Miller has posed:
    On a couch nearby, there is the recumbent figure of Jax. It's pretty easy to know it's the genuine article and not some kind of well made fake. For one, this Jax is snoring. For another, his right arm is hanging off the couch towards the ground, his left is extended over his head, his head is resting in a pillow looking out to the room with closed eyes, his torso is mostly laying flat and his legs are facing left, towards the back rest. With four parts of him in four distinct and different directions, there can be only one conclusion. This is a genuine, Grade A, bonafide Jax.

    Sleeping.

    On the couch.

    Mind the tail.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a little bit at Jimmy, taking the blue darts and stepping up to the line. "Why Remy not show yah 'ow a professional does dis." He says with a grin. He takes two dats in each hand and throws out both his arms. Impossibly, all four darts not only land in the tight ring of the inner bullseye, but the flair out diagonally to form a sort of X. He grins a bit at the larger man. "Keep practicin'." he says with a wink as Shannon comes in... "No 'ere comes someone lookin' foh an A... And Ah don' care which class.."

Warpath has posed:
Remy is Remy. Everybody knows it. Jimmy shakes his head as the darts fly true and straight. An almost amused smirk touches his features,"One of these days Cajun we're going to find something you only think you're good at." He goes to retrieve the darts and sets up to start throwing again.

He glances towards all the goodies on the counter and teases Shannon lightly,"Careful shik'isn. Too much sweet will make you impossible to live with."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn sighs heavily and nearly breaks her pen before setting it down hard in her notepad. "Grr..I need a break..." her nostrils flare at the smell of food and she grins at Shannon. "HeeeyShannn! Need help eating that food?" she may not have wings or sparklies anymore but she looks like she might float off any minute as she hops up and nearly glides over towards Shannon and...Food..

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon is, oddly enough, all smiles and giggles, seeming almost to float as she twirls about in a red and gold, ankle-length broomstick skirt, a black cropped peasant blouse that leaves her midriff bare, and a pair of simple black flats. She has her hair pinned up completely in a bun at the back of her head, and there is a dusting of flour down her nose.

     "If you bake it, they will come," she replies, intoning her parody of a classic line from pop culture. "C'mon, Megan, take advantage of the fruits of my boredom."

     Peering over at Warpath, she just giggles, and shakes her head. "I've never heard your belly complain about the sweet or savory yet, shik'isn."

     One look at Remy, though, and she just grins. "Is it actually working, then?"

Jax Miller has posed:
    Naught shall disturb the sleep of the innocent... or, well, the innocent-adjacent, in the case of Jax. But then he's had a busy schedule lately, between photo shoots, commercials, basketball practice, baseball practice, football practice and, occasionally, homework. It barely left any time for his /other/ hobbies and the weekly visits home. The candle that burns twice as bright only burns half as long.

    Nothing, absolutely nothing can disturb this cat mutant's sleep!

    Is that cheese he can smell? Pasta? Butter? Salsa?!

    Operating on instincts much older than the human race, Jax sits up, eyes still closed, turns his head towards the food, sniffs, and only then opens his eyes.

    "I was having a wonderful dream... a dream that someone would come in with delicious food." At that revelation, he looks around, all suspicious, lowering his voice. "I think I may be able to see the future..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit at Warpath and smirks that grin that is just this side of being insufferable. "Perhaps dat so mon ami... but it's not today, non?" he says with a grin moves closer to whatever culinary masterpiece Shannon has cooked up. "IT works foh me chere, but yah know me, Ah'm pretty easily bribed."

Warpath has posed:
Shaking his head, Jimmy admits,"Probably not today. It will be a surprise when it happens." He groups the darts better this time, but not making designs with them.

"Never once." he replies to Shannon,"I have the advantage of a high metabolism or I might have to be more careful." A glance towards Megan and he tells her,"Report writing builds character. That's what I hear anyway."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn giggles and winks at Jax, "Well you better line up, cuz I spotted her first!" she smiles at Shan, "Sooo, got food to spare? And you seem in high spirits tonight? Got some good news?" James and Remy are given a smirk as she watches them play darts, "Just you wait til I show you all the killer moves Remy showed me!"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a little bit and says "Dat sound like a wonderful idea petie, Why yah not 'and me dat plate and Yah c'n take mah turn." He says playfully though he makes no move to line jump. I mean hey, he may be a thief but he has standards! He nods his agreement to Megan's comment adding "Yah do seem pretty chipper chere, how yah feeling?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Huh? What good news? I dunno what you're talking about, Megan!" Shannon just giggles, twirling away from the platters of edible offerings, dodging what promises to be a feeding frenzy. She can't help laughing as Jax reacts on instinct, stopping just shy of sleepwalking towards the food. "It's no dream, though I'll let you all be the judge on how delicious or not it is.

     She, too, stops to take a turn at the darts, plucking the four out of the bulls-eye and stepping back closer to where Warpath and Remy are chatting. Hers aren't all so neatly thrown, with one ending up on the outside of the target, one somewhere just outside of the bulls-eye....

     ...and a double -THUNK- as the remainint two darts stick into the wall itself. "Ooops..."

     Remy's question only gets a silly little grin, and a shake of the head. "A girl's got to have some secrets, you know."

Jax Miller has posed:
    Hmm. Problem. There is food, and Jax absolutely wants some of it, but there's a contender. And this contender has a head start, and an easier path. Going from half asleep to fully active in the space of a single heart beat, Jax vaults over the back of the sofa, takes one step, pushes off with his left toes, clears a chair, side-flips over a coffee table, and slides the rest of the way to the trays of food. Hah!

    He helps himself to a cookie for the effort, while also getting a plate and some cutlery, handing it over to Megan.

    Honestly, he just wanted to win. "Looks delicious, smells delicious, all my supernaturally keen senses are telling me that it will be..."

    Dramatic pause

    "Delicious."

Warpath has posed:
Tool of the dark side. Jimmy's phone pings and he sighs. He takes the phone out and wanders off a few steps. A deep sigh and he just scrolls it, looking at a long message and some pictures.

Nightingale has posed:
     Even with all the things that had been happening the past few weeks, it did Shannon's heart good to see her friends and family--her /real/ friends and family--enjoying themselves. It didn't hurt that she'd been able to help make them smile a little bit, even without her gifts. Of course, she takes her place at the end of the chow line that had formed, humming lightly as she's awaiting her turn. That humming is cut off as Jax vaults ahead. "Oi! Careful there!" But hey, who could stay mad at that?

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn beams and pulls out a plate, loading it with food. "Mm you're a lifesaver Shan, my poor brain cells were about to die!" As for the bullseye, she examines it for a moment before grabbing a bunch of darts, eyes narrowed on the board and throws. At least two hit almost spot on even if the third went a bit off. "Hah! Pixie strikes again!" someone has been practicing..

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins and ruffles Megan's hair affectionatly. "Someone been practicing in 'er down time Ah see. Not bad at all," He says with approval. He too takes a plate waiting his turn, "But den practice make perfect non?" He gives Shannon a playful smirk. "Appreciate dis, was considering which tv dinner ta reheat when Ah get back ta de boat 'ouse..

Jax Miller has posed:
    "Sorry, food emergency." is Jax's defense, grinning as he loads up a plate. He might actually have a need for as many calories as he can chow down, but let's face it... there's food, he's a cat. No more explanation is needed.

    With the sweet, savoury and salubrious sustenance in hand, there's time to relax and eat. "I never got the point of darts. Grab spiky thing, throw spiky thing, do maths, throw spiky thing again, do more maths... It's like some maths teacher needed a way to get some bored kids to actually get interested in class, so hey, darts."

Nightingale has posed:
     "One of these days I'll be somewhat decent at darts," Shannon mutters, eyeing the two that had embedded themselves in the wall just outside of the target with some measure of chagrin. "Tell you what, Mr. LeBeau. I make you a pan of mac 'n cheese all to yourself, and you teach me how it's done. Oui?" She smirks, crossing her arms as she waits her turn at the food. "Hell, if I managed well enough with the bo staff, surely I could improve at darts."

     Glancing back over at Jax, she just chuckles, and smiles. "If you think darts is for math, then playing pool would drive you up the wall and down again. When my folks were homeschooling me, they used that as an example for geometry."

Warpath has posed:
Whatever is on the phone seems to be annoying to say the least. Jimmy shakes his head and turns to head out of the room. He waves to the others and mutters,"Good night everyone." He's so talkative when he's annoyed.

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted finished studying whatever it was he was studying and decided to give his brain a break and just relax a bit. He does, however, pause as he sees the gathered and lifts up a hand, "Ah hay," he says in his country tinged accent. "What's ever'one doin'?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau fixes his plate and gives Shannon another quick grin. "Oh Ah suppose Ah c'n work yah inta mah busy schedule. Been givin' lessons ta Megan, no reason can' teach yah bot' at de same time..." Them he moves off to savor cheesey buttery goodness.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Apparently, feasting," Shannon replies, waving over to Ted from her place in the chow line. She's wearing a red and gold ankle-length broomstick skirt, a cropped black peasant blouse that leaves her midriff bare but her upper body still decent, and plain black flats to round out the outfit. She's got her hair tied back completely in a bun, even her little blue braid. "I got a little bored, so I made some goodies. There's some lemon bars, some chocolate chip cookies, some tex-mex stuffed potato skins, and some mac 'n cheese. Dig in!"

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted blinks as folks seem to slip out for one reason or another. He looks to Shannon and scrunches his nose a bit, "Is it mah breath?" he wonders, rubbing at the back of his head. "Ah, y'been busy then." he muses and takes an offered lemon bar. "Good thing ah got a good metabolism, or ah'd be fat in ah week."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon blinks as most everyone seems to decide now is a good time to head off in their own separate directions. She sniffs hesitantly at her wrist, looking utterly perplexed. "Is it my perfume?" Shrugging, she just shakes her head and smiles again, filling up her plate with a little bit of each edible. "Yeah, keeping busy helps, and I've already done my studying for the day. So I got into the kitchen."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Heh," Ted says, "Ah'm a pretty poor study m'self. Took me all day but ah think ah got everything down." He looks around at the now empty room and says, "Well ah'm glad y'decided to stick around at least," he muses and gets another couple pieces of offered food. "Was that Gambit?" he asks, "Ah could've introduced m'self in creole."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Mhm, that was. He's been teaching me to handle a bo staff for... oh, about a year and some change now. Seriously, you ought to see the man at work. He turns staff fighting into an art form." Chuckling, Shannon sidles on over to Ted and smiles, leaning in for a one-armed hug. "Figured it couldn't hurt to pick up a little for self-defense."

     Her smile widens a bit, and she peers up at Ted. "I don't think you're a poor study," she says. "Which subject was giving you trouble?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Oh, ah... that's cool. Never thought about it much but ah guess using a pole would be a good weapon," Ted notes. "You real good with it? Should ah watch m'self?" he asks, letting an arm slide around her waist in return. "Oh, all of um," he says. "Ah mean, y'know ah'm a grade behind where ah should be. Louisiana schoolin' isn't as... detailed."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Just about enough to get myself out of more trouble than I get into," Shannon replies, perfectly deadpan despite the twinkle of laughter dancing in her eyes. "Seriously, though, I haven't actually needed it all that much. There's a forearm holster I wear sometimes when I'm out there, and it's got a collapsible metal staff loaded into it. Guess I've been lucky that I haven't had to actually use it."

     Her smile widens and she leans into the hug. "You'll probably have to be more worried about Mr. Proudstar than me. He's taken me under his wing like a little sister. Shik'isn, is the Apache word for siblings. Might also have Cannonball watching my back."

     As for the matter of studies, she just listens, nodding slowly. "Well, if you want, maybe tomorrow I can make us some snacks, and we can go through some of the things that are giving you trouble. Me, my nemesis is math. Especially quadratic equations. Geometry makes more sense to me."

Ted Gammage has posed:
He ponders a moment then says carefully, "Thanks, but.. ah dunno. You're awful distractin'," he teases, giving a squeeze, "But ah suppose worth a shot if y' can hammer math into my stupid brain." Ted shakes his head, "Ah swear, it get stuck somewhere mid-skull and doesn't penatrate in enough t'let me pass tests." He then adds, "Mm, Y'got a whole gang watchin' yer back, it seems."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oh gawd, math is my worst one, too!" Shannon laughs, though she pins Ted with a bit of a 'look'. "Okay, first thing? You're not stupid. Second? You're not stupid. Third? See one and two." She smiles, nodding once before resting her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, I kind of do. It's nice that they care that much"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Ah know, ah'm just...slower t' pick up learnin'. At least math. Not my strong suit. Bein' strong is mah strong suit," Ted notes with a wry grin, "Awlright, I guess maybe t'morrow, if yer not busy, I'll meet up an' we can figure out th' numbers. Sound good?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Sounds good to me. What snacks would you want me to bring?" Shannon smiles, cradling her plate in one arm, her other around Ted in a hug. "Unless you'd rather just do leftovers?"