12763/Return of the Carr

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Return of the Carr
Date of Scene: 27 February 2021
Location: Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Alexis Carr returns to the Mansion from time away, and gets a low-down on the happenings since she's been away. Jeremy is not emoting, Shannon makes grilled cheese, and Logan makes an appearance. Alexis is mildly confused and dismayed.
Cast of Characters: Prismatic, SpyderByte, Wolverine, Nightingale




Prismatic has posed:
    There was a stranger in the mansion! HOw could that be! Wearing a woolen watch cap, dirty, fingerless gloves, pants in desperate need of a wash and a heavy sweatshirt, someone is riffling through the fridge! A smallish figure!

    Who could it be who's been away from the mansion for so long in an obvious dereliction of her duties?

SpyderByte has posed:
Heading into the kitchen is Jeremy, dressed in a long sleeve black shirt, a long leather trench coat and a pair of snug black jeans with tears and repairs through the denim. He has as tight choke collar around his throat and chains that dangle from his hip.

Tilting his head over towards the person at the fridge, he gives a slight sideglance towards the toaster oven. His eyes give a rapid flicker for a moment before he gives a silent nod towards the appliance, then heads for a cupboard to reach in and snatch some poptarts.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Hello Jeremy." comes the bright and British voice of Alexis Carr as she straightens up, with some leftovers from here and there all piled onto a plate. She gives a wry grin, looking over to the technologically inclined teen, and she looks him up and down.

    "I like the look. Very early 2000's." she compliments him, and then goes to take a seat at the counter with her pilfered foodstuffs.

SpyderByte has posed:
As he glances over at the voice, Jeremy's eyes stares at her for a moment, then glances down at himself. He furrows his brows some, then heads to the fridge now that it's not occupied to rustle through for an energy drink. Three of them, actually.

<< Thank you. >>

The voice from his phone is now the default Siri voice. Female. Like a GPS instructor.

<< You were gone for awhile. >>

Prismatic has posed:
    "I was." Alexis admits, looking over to him. She picks up a chicken drumstick, then looks at her hands and pursing her lips, she removes her gloves and goes to wash her hands.

    "Urban survival refresher. I was dropped in a city and told 'Good Luck'." she gives a wry smile, wiping her hands on a towel and then coming back to eat.

    "How have things been?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Things are fine. Just busy with work. >>

Jeremy pockets the poptarts into his trench coat, then goes about sliding an energy drink into an inside pocket, then another into an outside pocket, then cracks the can open with a hiss on the last one in his hands. He takes a long sip.

<< The Mutant Cure has a cure to restore mutants. I am sure you heard the news by now. What city were you in? >>

Prismatic has posed:
    "Boston. Very different animal than New York." Alexis replies quietly, and she looks to Jeremy.

    "Heard a little bit about it. Could be good for kids who have problematic powers or adults with physical mutations, should they want it." she reasons quietly, "... not that we need restoration. But it would be difficult to tell someone who can't pass as human to not take it. Have they found any side-effects yet?"

Wolverine has posed:
Weekends are always nice, it means Logan doesn't have to put on his nice(er) clothes. Now making his way towards the kitchen with an open flannel over a tanktop, blue jeans, boots, and his cowboy hat, he looks like he's been out working in the yard shovelling snow from the drive. Anything to keep himself busy. A little bit of sweat rolling down the back of his neck, he's heading straight for the coffee machine with a casual nod to the pair already in utero.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Side effects include anti-mutant government agencies getting ahold of it, arming themselves with AR-15's and firing it into crowds of mutants in Bushwick. >>

Jeremy's voice is coming out of his phone that is strapped to his arm. It's in a soft, Siri voice. Female. The default one that comes with your phone. The Gothic kid has an impassive look upon his face as he cradles the energy drink in his hand. He's practically boneless in the way that he stands like a shadow in the kitchen.

Giving a glance over to his 'teammate' that walks in, he shifts his hand that isn't holding a drink a bit from side to side in an awkward 'hello'. Maybe it's an X-Force secret handshake.

<< A few students were harmed from it, but Doctor McCoy was able to reverse the effects. >>

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis, not in her usual administrative-and-teaching regalia but in old jeans, a stained sweatshirt and a wool watch cap, gives a nod to Logan as she leans to one side, suddenly finding herself not hungry. She picks over the chicken drumstick as her brows furrow and her lips purse.

    "That I did hear of." she replies in a gentle voice. "I'm glad Dr. McCoy could reverse the effects. Are we anticipating any long-term trauma with the students who were hit?" she questions gently, and she draws her eyes back up to Jeremy.

    "How are you holding out through all of this?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan pours himself some coffee, glancing over at Jeremy and his awkward greeting, that could be an X-Force secret handshake, grins and nods. The gruff old teacher is keenly aware of the conversation, having been at the dangerous end of that cure himself, but he doesn't interject. Rather, he leans against the counter sipping his coffee after removing his hat and setting it aside.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I am fine. I am not emotionally or socially impacted by any of these events. >>

Jeremy sinks down stiffly into a seat, the hunches forward as his hands wrap around the energy drink in front of him. His nails are painted black and there is some fresh scarring along his wrists and arms.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis raises her eyebrows slightly, looking to Jeremy quietly, then to Logan, and then back to Jeremy.

    "You know, part of the reason why I had such issues adapting to life in the Mansion, when Sam first decided to bring me here, was that I had spent so long being on 'survival mode' that I wasn't used to having things like attachments. Or, you know, a bed." she states, considering her words quietly.

    "Going to Boston landed me comfortably back in survival mode. Priorities shifted. I realize how easy it is to fall back into what we know, even if it's not what is outwardly comfortable." she looks to Jeremy with a quiet smile. "We live in difficult times."

Wolverine has posed:
"Wonder what that's like." Logan drains the contents of his cup, eyes turning towards Alexis, Jeremy, and over to the sink where he sets his cup after washing it out. "I'mma get back to work shovelling snow. You two stay warm." Patting the counter beside Jeremy, rather than patting Jeremy himself, as he passes. "Good to see ya, Kid."

Nightingale has posed:
     If there was one place a wild pidgeon might appear, it would be the kitchen. So it is that Shannon slips into the room, books in arms, and inching her way towards the fridge. As she passes by Logan, he gets something of a look of concern from her, a nod, and a light smile. Jeremy, well... she does smile a bit, nodding towards him by way of greeting. But the one that catches her by surprise is Alexis, who stops her in her tracks, and gets the raised eyebrows. What the heck was going on here?

Prismatic has posed:
    "What, being out of survival mode, having a bed, or going to Boston?" Alexis interjects, looking to Logan with a wry smile. "Boston has some wonderful pubs. Pity I'm not allowed until next month."

SpyderByte has posed:
As he listens to Alexis talk, Jeremy reaches up to slide his phone off his arm cradle and into his hands. He spins the device around, glancing down at it as the screen lights up to the sight of a glowing green spider wallpaper, followed by it unlocking as a very long password auto-fills with a thought.

If he was going to respond to anything, it doesn't come as his dark eyes glance upwards at the winged girl who enters. There's a small stiffening of his body, a subtle twitch before he glances back down at the screen, followed by another sip of his energy drink. The patting next to him causes his eyes to glance upwards towards Logan.

<< My risk analysis for the upcoming Dubai trip is on your desk in paper format as requested. >>

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis notes Jeremy's reaction. She stiffens herself a little bit, and then looks over her shoulder to Shannon as she walks in, and she gives a wave. "H'lo Shannon. Don't mind me. Just arrived this morning." she comments back to the obvious question, and she turns her attention back to Jeremy and Logan.

    "What's going on in Dubai?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "You've missed quite a bit," Shannon says, smiling a little bit. That smile encompasses Jeremy as well, though she still says nothing. "Be glad you weren't here for the Cure mess." There's a tell-tale wrinkling of her nose, and ruffling of her wings, that says more than words ever could.

     Setting her books down, they seem to be a mix of the usual school textbooks, but also some that look geared for something a touch higher-up; a caduceus symbol on the cover of one tells the tale of just what that might be. "Was thinking of maybe making some grilled cheese sandwiches, if you or Jeremy want one?"

SpyderByte has posed:
As he watches Logan leave, Jeremy gives a glance back to the other pair, though his attention mostly focuses on Alexis and the question. He shrugs his shoulders upwards for a moment, then glances off to the side.

<< Nothing to worry about. >>

The female voice of Siri comes out of the speakers on his phone as he fiddles with the device between his fingers. Turn Left. Turn Right.

<< It will be resolved soon. >>

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis looks down to the pile of leftover tidbits in front of her, and appears to weigh options and then gives a smile to Shannon.

    "No, I think I've got enough on my plate, thank you."

    she takes out her own phone, setting it by her elbow, and she looks to Jeremy.

    "Well, should you ever have need of someone to speak to, Jeremy, I am here, and you know how to reach me." she gives a kind smile to him, and states:

    "... it is sort of my job to worry about things while I'm within the building, mind you."

Nightingale has posed:
     Puttering about the kitchen as normal, Shannon sets to making a couple grilled cheese sandwiches, the buttery, cheesy aroma soon filling the air. She's perhaps a bit quiet as well, but seems to be doing her best to fake it till she makes it. "That means being within the building, though. What kept you away for so long? Is everything alright?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Technically, Dubai isn't in the building to worry about. >>

Jeremy isn't being a smartass. He's just being his usual analytical self. It's just the way his brain processes and spits it out. He hunkers over his energy drink a bit, taking another sip from the top of the can. After a few moments, he pushes himself up from the chair and nudges it back into place, then starts shuffling his way for the door in his usual slow paced lurch.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon sighs a little as she sees Jeremy heading for the door. With a couple quick grilled cheese sandwiches made, she plops those on a plate, turns off the stove, and dumps the pan in the sink. Plate and books are scooped up, and she, too, begins to make for the door. "You don't need to go anywhere," she murmurs. "I should probably go study, anyways."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Keeping up on my urban survival skills is all. Boston in Winter. Fabulously cruel. See, New York burned down once upon a time, so when they rebuilt, they made everything on a grid. Boston, on the other hand, was built up about the twisting, turning Colonial roads. Never suffered the same level of destruction, and their infrastructure is harder to hide under." she gives a small smile.

    And then she draws herself up. "Well, I'm sure I've got a change of clothes about here somewhere, and a shower is calling my name. Surprised Logan didn't lodge a complaint." the Brit states, taking off her cap and letting her long hair tumble down in a rat's nest.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I have work to do. >>

Is Jeremy's response as he makes his way out the door, trudging along in his boneless manner.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon sighs, and sets her things down on the counter again, flopping down onto one of the stools and rubbing her temples. "What a hornet's nest," she mutters softly, chomping into one of her sandwiches. "Worst part is, I've been on his end of things more than once." As she nibbles on the sandwich, she opens up one of the books in front of her, and it definitely looks more oriented towards medicine. "So, urban survival, huh? Bet those were interesting times."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Oi, my hair is not a hornet's nest."

    "NOt really. You get stuck on survival mode. You look for a place to sleep and hope you don't die of hypothermia before you wake up, and a lot of metropolitain areas have embraced 'anti-loitering' archetecture -- like decorative spikes behind pillars, arm rests on benches, the like -- it keeps the homeless from having a safe space when shelter is in high demand and low supply." Alexis replies quietly.

    "On which end of things have you been on?" Alexis inquires.

Nightingale has posed:
     "No, I wasn't talking about your hair, Alexis," Shannon says, with a slightly heavier sigh. "I was talking about things with Jeremy. It's... a little personal. Suffice it to say, for some time, I had... an interest in him. But I was getting some very mixed signals, ranging from 'possible', but more frequently, the 'friend zone'. Finally sat him down, talked things out, and gathered he wasn't entirely certain where he wanted things to go, so... I stepped back. Not going to force things, ya know? If it was meant to be, it would be."

     Shannon nibbles a little bit more on her sandwich, flicking her wings behind her. "He's been a good friend, and I would still be damn proud to have him as one. But it wasn't meant to be otherwise. I... got some very clear, definite signals from someone else. And that one, it IS working out." She rubs her temples a little bit. "I've been on the losing end myself more often than not, so... it hurts like hell, I know. I'm just not sure how to handle it with him, because I sure as hell never expected to be on the other side of the fence. Ever."

     She drums an idle beat on the page in front of her, only really half-seeing it. "Also was on the receiving end of a Cure dart, during the rally in Bushwick that went south. I was out with the team serving as eyes in the sky, along with Megan and Warren. That was just fine. Megan got hit, so did Logan. Mr. Summers gave the order to me to get her out of there, and I did. Lucky shot hit me in the shoulder, and I was just about able to glide far enough to get Megan to safety before it took full effect. So yeah, on the receiving end of that, too."

Prismatic has posed:
    "... I see." Alexis states, and she rubs the back of her head a moment, then she shrugs and goes "Sometimes things work out differently than we planned?"

    But the incident in Bushwick does garner more attention.
    "I had heard a little about that. Jeremy stated that some students had been affected. How's everyone's recovery going? "

Nightingale has posed:
     "I was one of the students affected. Lost my wings for about a good month, plus my healing factor and healing gift." She smiles a little bit, chuckling lightly. "You'd have seen a Pidgeon without wings. And then when they came back in... they were so TINY. And... ugh, the pinfeathers ITCHED!" She purses her lips a little bit, and shrugs.

     "I'd talk to Megan. She was coming down hard on herself throughout the whole thing and nothing would convince her otherwise. Kept calling herself useless and being very negative towards herself. Me... yeah, I was not happy about it. Angry at the assholes who took something meant to help, and turning it into a weapon. Worried about Megan and trying to get it through her head that she's not useless, that she was NOT going to get turfed out because some asshole messed around with her X-gene."

     The other sandwich becomes more of a fidget toy, crumbs falling to the plate as she picks it apart bit by bit. "I was scared shitless for Logan, because that royally messed up his healing factor. Sure, he's one tough sum'beach, probably wind up outliving us all. But when the man actually gets -drunk- and then lets you drive him home on his bike, instead of having Warren fly him home? Yeah, no, that's not good news."

     Finally, she chomps down on the sandwich, half-talking around a mouthful of the good stuff. "And never mind trying to get through to Mr. Summers that he made all the right calls under the circumstances. We all did the best we could. It's... just the way he is. Has to be harder on himself than anyone else, because it gets everyone home alive. Which he did."

     She shrugs a little. "Had my own share of feelings and worries to deal with. Or not deal with. With everyone else falling apart, at least ONE of us had to put a face on it. So... I may be dealing with it for a little while to come, but it will happen."

Prismatic has posed:
    "Surely a missed opportunity to... what's the term... 'cosplay' as Cupid?" Alexis offers a bit of levity, and she slides her fingers together, perching her chin on the bridge of them as she considers quietly.
    "I'll have to go through the paperwork after I get cleaned up. Seemed I missed quite a lot while I was out of communication." she reflects quietly, and she goes to wipe down her plate and put it in the dishwasher, absently giving a moment's hum.

Nightingale has posed:
     "It was a thought, trust me. But the wings were mostly still pinfeathers, and those -itched-!" Shannon smiles a little bit. "On the plus side of things, an idea Sam had me try out paid off. It involved a weighted backpack approximately the same weight as my wings, worn while I was 'Cured'. Kept my sense of balance where it should be, so the transition back to normal went a lot more smoothly. But yeah, you did miss quite a lot."

     And... is that an actual -smile- on the winged girl's face? No, surely it must be a trick of the light. "Also finished recording my first single earlier this week. I imagine it should be dropping anytime now. I never got to tell you before you disappeared, Andrea talked me into the whole popstar boot camp idea, and I wound up signed on with Sony and Starlight for a song."

Prismatic has posed:
    "That... was actually quite clever of Sam. Good show." she gives a small smile, and she pauses a moment, then turns her gaze to Shannon.

    "Well, congratulations are in order then; it's not easy to secure a contract. I'm sure your talent is going to be recognized far and wide." she gives a wry little grin. "Going to be into the pop market then?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hey, that's my big bro for you," Shannon replies, with a bit of a grin. "You picked out a good one with him, no question there."

     As for the matter of the song? The young woman just gives a nervous laugh, and shakes her head. "I'll just be happy if it doesn't flop. Anything else is a bonus. Doubt I'll be going into the pop market full-time if I do. I'm still aiming for medical. But who's to say I can't do both? I mean, there's -how- many doctorates that Dr. McCoy and the Professor hold between them? I don't see either of them limiting themselves, so why should I? Besides, pop stardom doesn't last forever, so either way, I'm all set."