12754/It's Not Delivery

It's Not Delivery
Date of Scene:	25 February 2021
Location:	Logan's Cabin - Breakstone Lake
Synopsis:	Plans are made for a weekend Ikea-bash while musing over the merits of the red pill versus the blue pill.
Cast of Characters:	Phoenix, Wolverine, Cyclops

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Phoenix has posed:
It took two levels of management and a couple of hours, but Jean managed to get the delivery resubmitted for hopeful arrival on Saturday. Which means she has about a day and a half to see to the assembly of a truckload of desks. She was going to need help.

Sure, she could just brain-ping Logan to ask, but it's a nice day out for once with the sun shining despite the chill and she could use an excuse for a walk. He's also not the sort to appreciate those sorts of things. With a dark green peacoat and black jeans on, she struck out when classes were wrapped and papers done. She knew that Logan was out at his cabin with a quick skim of the grounds, and so she takes the familiar path from the school.

She's humming something quietly to herself as she goes with her hands in her pockets, and lingers for a few minutes to look out over the lake before heading for the campgrounds and the cabins just past. "Loooogan." She calls out once she's within reasonable volume distance, announcing herself before reaching the cabin. "You busy?"

Wolverine has posed:
'I've got a weekend full of nothing to do at all...'

Yeeehaw.

Logan is out in front of his cabin, wearing his usual wicker cowboy hat, a sweaty tank, and blue jeans with boots. There's a small pile of firewood stacked up beside him, a log turned up on a raised stump ready for the drop of the axe. The axe is laid across his shoulder, held at the low stalk with one hand preparing to swing.

Jake Owens is playing on an old radio sitting on a table beside an folding lawn chair. Behold, Logan in his natural habitat.

Jean's call draws his attention, but he'd smelt her coming long before she got to the lake. Glancing up in her direction as the axe circles down, up over his head, and slams center of the log.

"Evenin', Red." Taking his hat off to wipe the sweat from his brow, despite the chill in the air and ice on the ground. "Nah, just gettin' some firewood for the night."

Cyclops has posed:
Having decided to tag along with Jean on the trip to Logan's cabin, Scott Summers is walking at her side, one hand slid into hers. He is wearing a black bomber jacket over a button down green shirt and a pair of relaxed fit jeans. An attire that he can help move furniture around in once the red head at his side recruits some additional help.

As he spies Logan on his porch, he tilts his chin upwards and lifts his free hand in a casual greeting. "Logan." He says as he gives a glance about from behind his red Raybans settled over his eyes. "You can always stay at the mansion in your own room if it gets too cold out here, but I don't blame you for wanting to get away from the kids.

If only he had his own cabin.

Phoenix has posed:
"Sounds exciting. I think we still have a good bit up at the mansion." Jean says as she comes up to the cabin, "It's really just stockpiled for those who want it for their rooms, but most don't. I'm just grateful we have central heating in that monster. I don't envy when they did have to heat that place with wood and coal."

She glances aside to Scott with a quick, knowing smile before saying. "Spring. We kept talking about it, and it's high time we found someplace nearby that's not occupied by a dozen-odd teenagers." It's only taken them this long to get engaged, so, spring is positively rushing it.

"Anyway," She says back towards Logan. "I should be getting that delivery on Saturday. Two dozen sit-stand desks with the capabilities for us to install holographic tops. That bit I already have, I just needed the bases. I figured it was high time the students had better work stations, and ones a little more adaptable since they come in a lot of different shapes and sizes. So, I planned this weekend for assembly and need some extra hands. You game for forty-eight hours of swearing at allen wrenches and probably too much drinking?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan watches them from beneath the brim of his hat, after returning the up nod greeting to Scott, and expertly hides a smirk at the rushed nature of their moving in outside of the mansion. The humor of it is not lost on him, obviously. "Welcome to trade, Scooter." Thumbing at the cabin, but it's obviously in jest. No way would he trade his beautiful cabin for a room near all those screaming, hormone crazed, lunatic children.

He can almost hear them from here and it's nerve racking.

Though he does nod to Jean, "Sure. I aint got nothing going on this weekend anyhow, might as well spend it helping you out." The hat settles low, axe leaned up against the wall so he can begin transporting logs inside to the rack near the fireplace. "Be good for the kids to have some updated equipment... Maybe they'll put down their damn cellphones long enough to learn something." Voice raised enough to be heard outside through the open door.

"Doin' their tweeterin' and book faces."

Cyclops has posed:
"I doubt it. They will just use the updated equipment instead of their phones. Would be faster." Scott says as he lets go of Jean's hand after leaning in to place a kiss to her cheek for a brief peck. He heads up the creaky wooden floorboards of the porch, continuing to look around to see if anything is in need of repair.

"We plan on building a place out near you I believe. Somewhere cozy and quiet, but a bit more updated than a cabin. A small single family home with a few guest bedrooms."

Since they are sure to have guests with large sideburns and cowboy hats.

"We're thinking of doing dinner, you want to come along with us? Found a barbecue joint that we want to try out."

Phoenix has posed:
"Still torn on staying on grounds or just off or just in town." Jean remarks as she takes a seat on the steps of the porch and adjusts the collar of her coat against the cool of the shadows. "I just want to be close enough to get here if something happens." There's a pause before she holds up an index finger. "When. When something happens." She corrects with a tone of resignation. She knows things inevitably go south.

"But yes. The kids needed some new stations. We can use new technology then, hopefully make learning more interactive. I can't blame them for being disinterested when they have something like the Danger Room in the morning and then be stuck at lackluster, graffitied wood all afternoon and somehow being expected to stay productive."

Wolverine has posed:
"Yeah, well..." The wild man barely understands technology. Not that he's a luddite, but in his opinion, things are so much simpler if you just learn by doing, rather than learn by youtube. He has a cellphone, of course, but it's one of them flip phones! Tucket into a pocket on his jacket hanging near the door where it serves him little good.

Heck, he still has a rotory phone!

And an answering machine.

If it's not broke, don't fix it.

Inclining his head at Jean, with a snort, at her correction. "Yeah, with the way our lives work, it's only a matter of time before shit turns pear shaped, huh?" Pulling off his tanktop to put on a new(er) shirt that he has to smell first. Never know what's clean and what aint, since it's all just in piles anyways.

"I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Kids seem to be getting dumber... If they don't have a tether to an endless stream of information, it's like their brains shut down. Makes me think we're all just batteries for the machine, like that movie Jubilee made me watch: The Matrix." Grabbing his coat as well, tossing it on.

"I could do barbecue. I was gonna have a sandwich." Step up.

Cyclops has posed:
"Jean also forgets that the school is filled with capable X-Men that can also handle a situation without her." Scott says with a chuckle as he runs a hand back through his hair. "But she insists on being hands on and being stressed out most of the day. Soon she'll get gray hair before she's forty."

His brows lift upwards at the mention of The Matrix. "I think it's a fair comparison when it comes to how we live our lives. Though would you want to unplug yourself and find out you are going to live in a cave being hunted by robots? Or live blissfully unaware and continue to eat barbecue and enjoy Starbucks?"

He shifts his jaw in thought, rubbing at his chin. "I'm going to keep my ribs and steak. And hot showers."

Phoenix has posed:
"Jean knows that she couldn't be content knowing others are doing all of the hard work and may need help." Says the woman with an affectionately scolding tone towards Scott. "Anymore than one Scott Summers would relax letting someone else call the field shots. We all have our control tendencies."

She seems mildly perplexed by the mental image she gets of Logan trying to slodge through The Matrix, given the maximum amount of technology he seems to be comfortable with. "Sure showers and steak dinners are great, but would you be content with the price tag? Arguably, too, we've had that future of being in a cave hunted by robots. Not us-us, but, you know what I mean." She can only give her head a slight shake. The concept of time traveling kids from other realities still bakes her noodle somedays.

"I just couldn't be happy if I knew my happiness and comfort was bought on someone else's well-being. But, I guess that's why I just can't move out of this mansion either."

Wolverine has posed:
The spat, no matter how friendly and affectionate, has Logan raising a brow and glancing between Jean and Scott. There was a time where he'd interject, cut Scott down and try to leverage it. The fact that he just smirks, now, speaks volumes to their growth beyond petty... Not that he's absolutely not petty.

He's very petty.

Instincts are often very petty.

A hand comes up to scratch his jaw, nodding with both of them. "It would be a toss up for me, I reckon. I don't think they could keep me chained up long enough to fool me anyhow, but if they did, I sure do like color television and all sports access channels." It's one of his few guilty pleasures, along with: "And DIY TV." The other one.

"But trying to pretend I'm a light socket for some monsterous robot overlords wouldn't work for me... I don't like having a leash. Gets me cranky. Nobody wants me to get cranky."

Cyclops has posed:
"Well, look around you. Right now this is technically The Matrix, right?" Scott says in his own analytical breakdown of a field operation. "The only way you know that we're in a simulation, is if someone breaks the rules of the program and tells you. Otherwise you live blissfully unaware."

"I don't know. As much as I enjoy leading a team during a field skirmish when we have to go out on a mission, I don't know if I'd want that to be my entire life, running from monster machines, living in the dark, eating algae and wearing a garbage bag. I have standards."

Wrapping his arm around Jean's awist, he gives her a playful squeeze before he bumps his shoulder up against Logan's shoulder as they walk.

"At least you don't have kitten mittens. Let's get some steak."